I can't believe,
I had the nerve to let,
the words leave my lips,
or even my finger tips.
this is too big of a slip,
for me to handle.

Arguments are one thing,
but comparing him to my ex?
No matter how much I think he
deserved it. I swore I wouldn't.
I swore I wouldn't so much as
mutter his name. Too late,

Now the tears flow like waterfalls,
and I sit breathless, hoping that sooner
or later, I'll drown in my self hatred,
and no one else will be forced to
face the cold truth, that I am not only
my own, but everyone else's enemy.

I swore.
I swore I wouldn't so.
I swore I wouldn't so much as,
even mutter his name.
Too late.

Spiders dwindle off strings of cobwebs
that incase my now rarely used notebook.
You see, its not that my pen has run dry,
its that my mind has.

Words don't seem to flow off my tongue as easily,
as the ink would flow from a fountain pen.
No, not anymore,
and to be honest its killing me.

Broken,
like the shards of glass
from the mirror that taught me self-hatred.

It showed me that I'm not all I appear to be,
but more than I was ever willing to show
and it terrifies me that there are parts of me not even I know.

Unknown,
like the song that just came out yesterday,
the words are a mystery so we hum to the melody,
but it still doesn't come easy.

And broken I will remain,
until I can learn to love myself,
and put the mirror back together,
yet again.

Let's create something simple,
yet complex.
Like the iambic pentameter
that made Shakespeare famous,
years later.
Let's create beauty,
in a world where it diminishes with every second,
that passes by.
I wish to be simplistically complex, and beautiful, and am then greeted by the realization,
that it won't happen until it is my belief that it is true,
And if that is the case, I am doomed.
For clocks don't stop and wait for realization.
And mirrors are still believed to crack in my presence.
What a pity.

Breathe in,

Focus on the pitter patter of rain
Drops and the slap of your feet on wet
Pavement.

Breathe out.

Keep an even pace,
Don't let your heart start to race and
Ignore that aching in your feet.

Breathe in,

With every step you're closer to
Your final destination.
It gets easier with every breath taken.

Breathe out.

Laying in the grass,
you smelled of cologne and
were warm against the cold night air.
The sky was black, and laced with stars that shone like diamonds.
The music played, and you sung in a voice that made my head spin.
In a moment of perfection, I found myself wishing that the night would never end.