The Icarus that I was
fell in love with the sun.
I flew high and fast and didn't waver for even a fraction of a second.

I thought that I had to work like that, tire myself like that to prove my love for the sun.
So I came closer to see if the sun really did love me back.


But I got burnt.

I fell.

I broke my wings so I took them off.

I can't say it changed me for the better, but it hadn't left me the same as well.

Now I roam around with my name but not with my self.
I looked up and saw that the sun hasn't changed.

   'Shouldn't you be affected by this?'
I asked
    'Why aren't you affected by this?! BY ME?!'
I yelled.

I was mad.

I was desperate.

I was in love and I was hurt.


But I was also wrong.

I shouldn't have wished for the sun to feel the way that I did. To fall the way that I did.

I lied down and took a minute to feel everything.

Without my wings, lying down felt different.
I could feel the ground with my shoulder blades and my back felt the way the grass shifted away from me.

I looked up and saw the sun going down.

Because the sun isn't always going to be there.

And in its place were the moon and the stars.

And just like that
I saw that I didn't love the sun because of who it is.
I loved the sun because the sun was also a star.

And who would be stupid enough to not love a star?

Three summers since we first met.
On hot nights we'd rendezvous and laid
Together under the stars,
Poured out our hearts;
Long drives in our cars.

Two summers since we parted.
That was when your eyes started
To look away, darted.
I kept trying to call you
But again and again we'd argue.
It broke me to say "We're through."

One summer since I bumped into your friends.
I was anxious, I fiddled with my hands.
Truthfully, my love for you transcends
The time and distance that parted us.
They say you tried to disguise
Your pain but you still love me. That gave me a rush.

-m.b

Perhaps these seeds I've planted
Will make flowers grow
Into self love I wanted.
These doubts, they need to go
//Baby steps to love myself//

-m.b

A rock that people might miss
Simply because it seems ordinary,
That's you. But please,
You opened up to reveal how you really
Are. And to me, it's so surreal,
So unlikely, so precious.
Like the many layers of petals you peel,
To showcase your heart, your treasures.
Talking to you is sacred to me.
I can't tell people simply.

-m.b

Sometimes when I'm alone
I'd think of you.
But you're not here,
my dear.

I remember how
gentle you'd hold
my hand.
Grab, hold, caress.
But you're not here,
my dear.

How my arms would
envelop your waist.
How perfectly it stays.
But you're not here,
my dear.

I remember how
smooth your hair
feels when I fiddle
with it.
But you're not here,
my dear.

I miss how your soft
voice pleads my name
when we don't sit
together. Oh, the lilt.
But you're not here,
my dear.

And when we hug,
I love the height difference.
How I'd bury my face
in your chest. And you'd
dig your chin on my head.
But you're not here,
my dear.

Sometimes when I recall
your little details,
I become suffocated
with your lovely scent.
But you're not here,
my dear.

I'd close my eyes and
reach out for your body.
But you're not here,
my dear.

My lovely dear,
you're now with
somebody else.
I wish you're here.

-m.b

HE CUT MY HEART IN TWO
AND I BLED GOLD
IT WAS MY LOVE FOR HIM
LOVE THAT WAS DRIPPING
THAT HE COLLECTED

AND HE HARVESTED MY EMOTIONS
AND TURNED IT INTO A PIECE OF ART
A PRICELESS JEWELRY
A PART OF ME MADE ALIVE
BY HIM
BY THE SAME PERSON WHO KILLED ME
BY THE SAME PERSON THAT I LOVED SO MUCH
THAT MY HEART
PUMPED OUT GLITTERING
AND SHINING WONDERS EVEN
WHEN IT WAS RIPPED APART

ONLY TO FIND OUT
THAT THE NECKLACE WAS NOT FOR ME
BUT FOR ANOTHER
ANOTHER HEART
THAT WAS NOT YET BROKEN INTO TWO