I thought having this done would change me. But, all I have understood now is that I made a scar to myself, a scar that would always remind me that I was so deeply into someone and it was gone. I thought it would make a change in my life, a new beginning. Instead, I would always be reminded of what happened because of this. Thus, this would always be a part of my story, a story to be told to someone who would accept me and would wait for me whatever it takes to be by my side.

Like the waves
clashing against one another
Struggling to keep up,
but aware of the power

Rising up,
streaming down
rushing and hurdling
coming ashore

As the sun radiates
illuminating the water,
I can see crystal clear
there is hope.

I wish you and I would intertwine
like a silver-blue thread through the darkness,
and unravel ourselves,
float like dust, illuminated by the sunlight,
so I can't tell me from you.
I wish we'd be the small, overlooked tones,
making up a melody,
that faintly linger on subconsciously.
Me and you should be the wind
and the willow,
and kaleidoscopic convolutions of the sky,
of the mind;
a bouquet of flowers,
shared,
with a once-empty park bench,
for some lonely souls.
Their unseen smiles blossom in return.
There's plenty of life, even in a graveyard,
There is simply,
lots of love
between
all things.

When all there's left is the broken pieces,
Of what you once were,
Of what you thought  you could be,
Remain
It's all you can do not to crumble
Let the rest fly away.
But if you have the strength to stand
I hope you last another day
And manage to grasp onto the hand
That believes in all you've done
In all you've achieved
And never took you for granted.
They are with you
Until you have won.

you know you are in love when
you remember nothing about life
Except
that their fingers fit perfectly to yours

(the waiting room)

these magazines do nothing to help
as I flip through the empty pages
ringing commotion of the phone
in my mind, a war still rages


(this will only hurt for a minute)

this isn't home
the couch seems so *****
from the sifting comb
from words not worthy


(doctor do little will see you now)

have a seat, lay back, and relax
tell me about your panic attacks
I know you better than you know yourself
and my money even comes in stacks

(analyze but do not treat)

what does this ink blotch look like?
...a ****** ink blotch!

how does this make you feel?
how does that make you feel?
...inadequate!


(anger management)

when you get angry
just scream into a pillow
or talk to this puppet...

(and I'm the one who is crazy?)

please see cashier on your way out