There is so much you can give
until you run empty
there is so much you can give but
only if it's received,
accepted,
noticed.
There is only so much you can endure,
until your vessel overflows,
or filled till it cracks,
or broken,
or exploded.
" But i'm only human "
so is he
so is she
so am i
Then how is it possible to be excused of mistakes
merely over a factual statement?
Humans.
The most filthiest, demonic, heartless species
Destroying
Destructing
Damage
to the extent of the victim being
unfixable
humans destroy
then cries
and blame its own kind

( FAH )

After the disaster
i found myself bedashed
into minute pieces
Leaving these parts of me
with people who have long left
Shards of me stabbed their vulnerability.
This is why i distance myself; isolate
and i wish i wore a disclaimer around my neck
" BEWARE: GET NEAR, GET HURT "
i need a fixture -
a recovery
But how can i fly when the very people I'm doing this for are standing on my cape
I know that there are things i'd never be
i'm never enough
but if you give me a push
if you pull me through this disaster and the next
we might get to enjoy the rainbow together
if you stay long enough
you'll see me as a whole -
broken but restored

( FAH )

Scarcely daring to breathe
this was a travesty
undoing the very concept
of being alive
i am made up of
nerves
muscles
skin and bones
And that's not enough
i yearn to be a vessel of
metaphors
love songs
beauty
i want to be a poem
i want to be read
i want to be embraced
but as i fold myself into elbows and knees,
the fears i feel
i'd rather give a miss.
heart palpitating.
afraid.

( FAH )

We say we want love
and yet we scatter salt upon slugs
uproot flowers for bucks
despite our innate knowledge
of the good and bad
we are
pusillanimous
we leave houses
to makes homes out of people
we destroy
to benefit
we want love
only to destruct it
But sometimes,
sometimes it is us that are destroyed
bruises, burns, scars
inflicting pain on ourselves because
we
are pusillanimous
it's difficult to put your trust in someone
but it only takes a thought to pull the trigger
it is horrifying to see the digits on the scale
but not as scary as sticking your finger down the esophagus
we are so contradicting
we are  bravely pusillanimous
but why

(FAH)