My pain is real
Its not a mirage of the mind
My scars do not lie
They scream the words that I am too weak to say

These open wounds you see,
They do not yell for attention,
No, they are a release
A gate away from this blistering agony

My tears shed are something rare to see
They reveal something long forgotten
A piece thought to have been lost

These words written,
Express a being thought to be dead,
A boy who I thought I killed many years ago
They hold the pain of the years endured and cried
They hold the broken pieces of my heart

you were beautiful you’re like a living breathing sunrise. I loved you immensely. But, I looked at you but there was no fire
I talked to you but there was no conversation
I lay next to you but there was no desire
I kissed you but there was no spark
I looked in your eyes and they said you had lost interest.
And i know you said you would never leave me but it’s been 4 months and you love him.
You love him.
Nights of trying to find remedies for sadness included chain smoking on the roof until i coughed so hard i could feel my heart in my throat spending hours in the shower trying to cut your touch out of my skin
Wide awake at 4 am wishing i would be yours forever, but baby that’s not how things work anymore.

If I were your lover,
And you were across the seas—
I would swim my whole life
in the ocean's long breeze—
I would drown for your smile
Oh, regardless of degrees—
Just to love at your feet,
At your heels, at your knees.

You

                                                                             are


                                                      here,                            while

I

am here

my head is s c a t t e r e d

                                            and s  p  i  n  i  n  g


I. Don't. Know.

                                                                               What to expect.....

Tell me.

                            P.L.E.A.S.E.


it's driving me crazy

                                                                                           i

                didn't                                        want                                          to

                        ruin                                                                        whatever

                                                 it                                      is

we had


I'll be here          
                                                                                         waiting

                                 when you're ready

A butterfly is beautiful until you feel you're sly,
moving close to touch her wings,
and then she may not fly.
But on her feet is magic that makes one flower,
two....
Disturbing the dainty butterfly
Means fewer blooms for you.
Wonder, gently.

waiting for love is a tough job
it drains the life out of you
the longer you have to wait
the narrower the road gets

waiting for love is not meant for everyone
just those few crazy hopeless romantics
that believe in the stories they've seen and heard
and are waiting for their time to come

waiting for love while your lover is closer than your jugular veil,
is the the worst wait of all
day n night are spent in each others company
not knowing when the moment of uniting will come