when a heart breaks,


recalling a moment you don't remember
subduing myself from conversation
thoughts connecting dots while laughing
with the person right in front of me

this is how it happened to me;
body literally shaking from concern
eyes taped with tears
nose glued shut

what am I gonna do
when I liked you so much
and now the sky has you
it now needs you
has met you by now,
and wont ever give you back

I swear I'll met into a puddle when I see you again <3

don't run away from the pencil
don't run away from the pencil

seeing the command written down,
scares me

writing makes me remember what I would like not to

night darkened his eyes, heightened the heights of one step down
lengthened the time of a second into decades
worried him to death

I can picture him behind the lens, noticing the small specks of dirt on the glass and rubbing it in, slowly making it worse with his thumb. Trying to help but making it worse. But that's all he knows.

We need to remember we don't know everything, and as the sun dries up our spirits, drink a glass of water. Feel it enter your throat and dance through your body.

I can picture him taking the photograph anyway. He may have seen it differently, but the picture came out spotless. Eyes that have been nestled in the belief that a smudge is a stain. A stain is something bad, you must immediately get rid of it. But I think you should just go with it.

Still-
nearly every crinkled blessing, every gift of knowledge, whose arthritis gets on their bad side from time to time and words must be repeated because they do wanna hear, it's just harder

soft hearted, but tough spirited elderly. I see quite a bold line between middle aged and elderly. It's like the sun setting into orange from red. Appreciation for being able to live. That's as simple as it is. Bills go up the wall and you live for the smaller things, watching tv. A smile always ready for a young adult or adolescent

"sometimes love comes around and it knocks you down"

hello
he said he had a great memory,
but do you think that applies to me?
Hey
he kissed the inside and out of my mouth
a closet full of fragmented words
and unfinished poems
worries and expectations
hi
he doesn't reply with meaning, he replies so I will leave him
sup
I don't think it's natural to cling onto something and you're not even a thought in his head
you ask yourself- you've never been after him before
he found you..
Why am I the one storing the pain and backup of feelings?
holding tenderly what was there
and you'll never know his words verbatim running through his mind,
and if that's all I want, what do I get?

It's not improper or a waste of time
not knowing where to move
four walls and you
listening to the sensation of music,
vibrate in your lungs and allow you to exhale
a breath of freedom and peace for the moment
people tend to forget about now and don't wanna try

for once I can write while listening to music,
I think it's because I'm finally letting people in

this isn't really an interesting poem