To be loved is to be seen
And I never realized just how invisible I felt
Until you came along
And saw me in full color

Anxiety wraps
itself around me,

like a coat that
doesn’t fit me

like a lover that
doesn’t love me

like a fire that
doesn’t warm me

"I wonder what it feels like
To hold the world in your hands
And let it slip from your grasp"

Suppose I finally understand

she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.

I always thought we were the perfect match.
But matches are meant
                                   to ignite
                                         and burn out.

Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,