and I want these sad poems
to turn into happy ones.

tell me, how did you do it?
opened your door and shut it
in front of my face,
I blinked, twice.
the first was because of the air
that passed, the force, the loud roar
of the door
the next one was because of you.

tell me, how did you do it?
opened your door, picked up a new package,
and closed it slowly.
I looked, twice.
the first was because I heard the ****,
the creak, the slide
of the door
the next one was because I thought you
were welcoming me again.

tell me, how did you do it?
opened your door, go out,
and locked.
I glanced, but this time, just once.
you look perfectly fine,
and I'm not. that's why I didn't looked back.

and I'm awake. Still.
That's good enough, right?

dear, when i ask for milk,
please give me beer instead.
no dairy can fix this,
you know that.
and i know you like me better
when i'm drunk because
i do not talk when i'm sober.

dear, you don't hold my hand
and let go right after
because you wanted cigarettes

dear, you don't compliment me
"bloom, you beautiful flower,"
when you have a garden
in your backyard.

dear, you don't start
with me
when you don't have
a plan
to finish it.

dear, please do not say,
"how are you?" instead
shut the **** up and
hold me tight.
you don't have to worry
about your shirt getting soaked
with my tears, because
i already cried last night.

Here’s to the breakdowns, and emotionless faces, the wandered minds,
the fragile hearts, the broken souls, because its not always going to be pretty,
we gotta deal with the bad ones too.
And hey, if you’re asking who’s the strongest one, its you. Its always you.
Thank you.
And you’re right, the world needs more love,
and I think the world will drown because of your flowing love and kindness.
I don’t know how you do that, but its beautiful.
This is the start. And this is the end.