Myth: Follow your heart and you'll be genuinely happy.

Truth is, your heart is broken into pieces
Which one will you follow?

The rain fell so hard
And my eyes can barely hold back my tears
I realized sky's like me.
It can't contain the heaviness it has inside.
So it bleeds itself dry.

It's been months
since the last day we talked
How are you?
Arent you missing me?

Oh, I forgot.
You have someone new.
How is she?
Is she treating you well?

I hope she loves you
More than the way I loved you.
Even if you left me.
I still do.

handle me with care
for my heart is very fragile

Being a poet
Changes everything
The way you look and experience
It turns pain into beauty
It breaks down time

It speaks for you when you don't know what to say
It comes at times you can't sit down and write it out
It can keep you awake at night
It may offer you a smile when no one is there to see

Poetry is my outlet
It connects me with others that understand
I have made friends from other lands

When you need someone to talk to
And no one is there
The paper will listen to your pen
And suddenly, you know you aren't that alone again

Poetry has saved me from myself
And it's helped me save others from themselves
It has taught me to take time to really see things
For the truth
To notice the little things that actually matter

Writing poetry is therapy with no judgement
I am writing this to say *thank you