To spend the
rest of your life with
someone who does not need you
but will love you
regardless.

You are only
torturing yourself
when trying to guess
what would have happened.
The past has happened,
and no amount of
thought will
change that.

These last few months,
I have been learning how to
separate myself from my past,
my mistakes,
and all the heartbreak
and mind ache
that I have endured.
It's easier said than done,
but I do believe we have
the ability to reinvent ourselves
and love others unlike the way
they used to 'love' me

There are some people
you can know a lifetime
and still not relate to
just as there are strangers
who you can relate to
as if having known
them a lifetime.

The ending
is just the beginning
repeating-
a pretty stranger
that I wish to see
again.

I don’t owe
anyone my respect.
respect must be earned,
not assumed.
Don't trust anyone who says
that they respect you-
I need to see that
in action.

When I walk through this city,
I see so many wonderful restaurants,
but the only one I want
is located halfway across the world
somewhere down your street.

you chose to erase me
from your book-
to tear out my pages
one by one
and rewrite the story
of you and I.

The young poet
I used to be would be sad
to learn that I do not
rhyme as much
as I used to.

Even while you're gone,
You will remain in this heart
for you are the rhythm of its beat,
the source of its love and joy.
You are inseparable to this heart
as I am to yours
for we share the same
rhythm and blood.

I do not wait for you,
but I am all you have and
all you will ever know.
I can distance you from people,
but I can also bring you together.
I can heal wounds and I
can open up old scars.
I am time.

None of us are
as big as the ocean,
but each one of us are drops
capable of causing a ripple.

What strange power
the sunflowers have that,
once you walk among them,
your worries just fade away.
Like the countless sunflowers that
rise and fall,
we are born carefree
until our sun sets
one last time.

Just when I thought
I hit rock bottom
I always find a way
to drill down
and find
a new
low.

God, I wish I were young again.
I miss being a kid, I miss the innocence,
I miss being alive and spirited,
and engrossed by everything that moves.
I’d give anything to go back;
to relive those early years..
Compared to now, it was paradise.
Look how bleak and empty
my life has become.
The same old story,
the same routine,
it never ends.
I miss the magic,
the adventure,
the uncertainty.
This roller coaster we call life
has been dropping for as long
as I can remember.
Every passing second
remains in the past.
I’ve never felt so helpless
knowing there’s no going back.
I must look forward now,
and grow into who I need to be.

In our silence,
a love blossoms once again
in these two hearts.
True love's roots burrow deeper
than any absence that has
come between us.

Even if my lips grow parched
I will still refuse to yield
to your rose red lips.
I will refuse their nectar,
your petals and your
siren scent.

Roses are red?
Violets are blue?
April sees the end for spring
and I am dead to you.

To dig up the past,
is to raise the dead.
Let it rest,
for you will find
nothing but rot and death.
Do not relive the horrors
of a life now deceased.

It’s always
the least suspecting one.
You convince yourself
they are your stars and sun,
When all along,
they were just
another bullet in the gun

Only memories remain
from the ruins of you and I.
I shift through the rubble of yesterday
but our destruction turned them to ash.
The echoes of the past still shriek
throughout these ruins but
they are just memories-
nothing more.

Tourists pass through
day after day and
these ruins start to forget
that they're ruins at all.

Our first drink of *** was sweet.
It coated our tongues
with spice and the back
of our throats with a burn.
For a moment
I was scared,
because oh,
how easily one can get hooked.

Our first drink of *** was sweet.
It coated our tongues
with spice and the back
of our throats with a burn.
For a moment
I was scared,
because oh,
how easily one can get hooked.

We can
runaway
into the night,
hand in hand,
with nothing but
our dreams
to guide us home,
wherever home
may be...

There was I time,
long ago,
when I could sleep
in peace-
in love.
I didn't need to dream
when you were in my arms-
my dreams could not compare to
the way I could close my eyes
and wake up to the scent of you.
But gone are those days,
and I am left with the memory.
Now, I find my thoughts
running in circles,
always back
to you.

I sabotaged
my ability to love
with my inability to love.
It's as simple
as that.

Hiding who you
really are from friends,
family or society is not self-care,
it’s self-sabotage.

I am not heartbroken
by your lack of faith,
but by your denial
of what we held sacred.

Drunk again
on a Saturday night,
reminiscing about the
memories of a life I thought
I had forgotten
long ago.

I either have
nothing to say or
too much to say but
no will to say it.

I wish I was
satisfied by silence
but I cannot bite my tongue
anymore.
I will not accept defeat
and I will not let you leave
until I say my piece.

Her flesh may be scar-less,
but don't be fooled,
her broken bones and
broken heart are
all part of the
journey.

For muscles to grow,
they must bruise and tear
and it is the pain we must endure.
Surely, it must be true
of the heart?

Some of us are scattered stars
without a solar system in the vast
and unforgiving cosmos.
We may not be part of a constellation
or host a planet and its life
we could sustain but
we still shine as bright
as any other star.

Was it ever
about you?

I step away from
this broken heart and
board the ship of hope
to sail across the sea
of tomorrow.

The JOY of seeing you again,
of seeing you smile again,
of hearing you laugh again,
of seeing you wake up again,
it floods this soul with JOY
and I am left swimming
in a sea of you.

It's 2 am
and I'm searching
every corner,
every street,
and every inch-
but even in darkness,
I cannot find light.

Can love travel across seas?
Can it float over the ocean
or drift upon the waves?
Would love reach me
upon shores of loneliness?
I'm drowning in solitude
and you are too far
to extend your hand.

Call me in the early
hours of the morning
and maybe,
just maybe,
my heart will
find another place
for you.

I guess I should have known better
than to let you in again, right?
I guess not.
No matter how many times
you leave a hole in my chest
leaving me to pick up the pieces
I always find my heart crawling back
to you to give you another chance
that you don’t deserve.
My heart, the fool, thinks that maybe
this time you’ve changed for the better.
Maybe this time, you really mean it.
Maybe this time, you will not repeat.
*******.

Second choice?
You?
Are you crazy?
Are you blind?
Look in the mirror
and tell me a fool
who would take that
as his second choice.
Yes, tell me the fool
who would cherish
that heart of yours
a mere second to
that of another.
I want to know this fool,
so I can take pity on
his misguided soul.
Second choice-
spare me!

Now I am
but a second thought-
if a thought
at all.

I close my eyes and
my mind gives itself to you
like the a sunflower to the sun.
You planted your seeds
inside this heart,
only for a garden to grow
over this wasteland of a soul.

Hang onto your hope-
a sunflower in this gloomy world.
Remember the brightness
of past times.
Have a little faith,
that this too shall pass
as we plant the seeds
of more hope.

Some people
plant seeds in your heart
and grow only the purest of things
while others
seek to cut them down
and salt the earth of your soul.

Not everyone will like you
and that is okay.
You cannot please everyone,
no one can, in fact,
sometimes people can hurt us
through no fault of our own.
It is self-care to withdraw from these people,
to walk away for your well being.
Surround yourself with those who care
while at the same time,
prioritizing yourself.

I ate my own heart out
and I’ve never felt better.
Empty chest but my soul is full-
regrettable actions to fill the hole.
You can see it upon my face-
from these far-too-gone eyes
to that ****** crooked smile.
Don’t love this creature for it
has found peace in destroying itself.

The problem isn't you,
in fact, there's nothing
wrong with you.
Stop blaming yourself
for things that others did
or things you could not control.
Do not question your worth
by the way others treat you
or making comparisons.
Do not second guess yourself
just because others choose to leave
or because they choose to lie.
You are doing well,
do not doubt yourself.