Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.

Am I wrong for working?
Making time to be first in?
Can we keep it moving without making moves?
I think not. Understandably we try to live our lives,
In a way that we can experience beautiful highs,
And even the lows, because as we traverse the planes of existence,
Bending flows that ebb us closer to Nirvana that,

Keep us constantly working,
But do we really need to work? That hard?
Searching for what might not be there?
Is this a dream that we are living in?
One that we will toss and turn,
Yearn for rest, that will, ultimately,
Keep us working...

I hope that
When she finally says yes
And the thrill of pursuing ends
You sigh
And twist and turn in your bed
Allowing yourself to accept
She will never love you
Like I can

I hope
When she finally holds your hand,
With a dull pain in your heart
That slowly transfers through your veins
And spreads to every joints, every cell
You realise
She'll never appreciate your warmth
Like I can

I hope
When she finally kisses you,
In that moment of heavenly bliss,
Your body pulls back alarmed
The love, the breathlessness you got used to
Is no longer there
She will never crave for you
Like I can

I hope
When she reads her favorite poetry to you
You wonder if it is Still you
Who I'm writing about
And with a reluctance your mind realises
She can not lure you into traps with her words
Not like I can

I hope
When you look into those eyes
Their color similar to yours
But not even a pale representation of the feelings mine held
Oh boy,
Maybe you'll carry this burden with you
In your grave
Cause she will never love you
Like I can

today was the first day I
didn’t feel anything for you.
last week when I said your
name it didn’t burn my
throat and my eyes didn’t
water.
I saw a photograph
of the two of us and it didn't
break my heart - piece by
piece I’m getting over you,
and maybe i'll be okay.

Tell me a story.
Fingers, tongue, lips, eyes, gasps, grins.
No words required.

I am so sorry for what I have done to you.
From the on and off starving,
and to the horrible food I eat,
and even all the way back to a year ago
when I tried my hardest to cut open my veins.
I would like to apologize to my body,
Because I know I'm worth so much more than that.
I'm beautiful,
And it's about time for me to treat myself
like I am.