I love how we whisper at night when we're drunk,
it makes us confident to say how we feel inside.

I'm just like any other butterfly,
with the same wing span,
same outlines,
I live like all the other butterflies do,
yet wish I was like you,
I wouldn't be so blue,
but happy just like you.
you see your no different to me,
despite the fact that your extraordinary,
your smile,
the way you make other butterflies laugh,
its so compelling,
yet so depressing on my part,
to want and need to be like you Mr extraordinary butterfly.

The words escape me
I can't describe
What feelings left?
Which still subside?
The love I used to write about
Fell silent after years of doubt.
My mind has finally won the war
Against what my heart has fought for.
I'm moving on, in hopes to find
One more deserving of my time

Today a flower unfurls in a distant place,
its fragrance a sweet smelling savor,
its delicate frame echoing lost beauty,
it whispers a name that can never be forgotten.

Sometimes, the why’s are too many
And we do not know the how’s
Left without any answer
Faced with conundrum
Trapped in between

You loved me like the phases of moons, all at once, then slowly, you would fall back into your phases, your love for me slowly getting smaller. Some days, I would break. I would cry, and scream at you, and you would build back up, to loving me fully, like a full moon illuminates the dark, night sky. I gave my all loving you, thinking one day, the moon will stay it's large, full size, brightening the sky, but slowly realized that the world is cruel, and that you never actually ever loved me.

Cigarettes,
I hate you.
I love your calming embrace.
I love your unique aroma.
I love taking a relaxing break with you.
I love your stimulating cancerous smoke.
I love the flood of chemicals you release in me.
But nicotine,
I hate that I love you.