and tonight i am here again, my love, my louse, my vice in need-
tonight i am here, on the edge of baring my soul-
clinging to the idea of release,
of letting go.

i am one million unpublished poems. i am five hundred hearts broken, three thousand daring plunges into the dark.

oh love, please- i am scared of your love, though it may be the only real thing i’ve ever known.

I always write about beautiful girls and compare them with the cheesiest things. but today I write about the woman that has made the most impact in my life. It may sound metaphorical when I say 'without her there's no me' but trust me I've never told a greater truth. On my first day of school I was asked if I lived with a parent or a guardian and I said guardian cos even though you couldn't fly you had the traits of an angel. when I felt too high for you, you ground me. anytime I lost myself, you found me. when I felt ugly, you made sure you styled me. when the times got rough, you filed me. fact is you groomed me into the man I've become, feels like my whole life I watched you go to the beach early in the morning cos all you wanted was to see the rising of your son. prepared me for the day I find another woman and look into her eyes and say I've found the one. the one I want to spend the rest of my life with but till that day comes, I'd still be the little boy who doesn't believe he has a mum but a guardian angel.

thank you

I would be lying if I said I didn't check up on you. In the zodiacs, in the memoirs in my room, in my dreams. I can't deny anything I had ever done to make you unhappy, but I can tell this truth right now, *before I go to bed.

Before my time is up,
and this moment in life passes,
I want you in every fiber of my being.
So when this body withers,
and ash is dust once more,
I want my soul to be
slowly consumed by yours.

You give parts of your heart
Leaving only a dark hole
You give parts of your heart
Leaving you unwhole

Why do they take so much?
But you know
They take so much
Because you have so much to give

Your heart may be a wasteland
It is because it has been reaped
And seeds are already at hand
The sower has just leaped

For his job is done
He sits waiting for the rain

She, was in love
Like all of us
And like all of us
and in a storyline manner,
She
fell out of love.

Pretty usual you may think
but here's what the story is

To me, she's pretty shy but very outgoing at the same time
She may be a character from your favorite romantic comedy
She's a wildflower, reckless and powerful
But you probably won't see that
She's got a certain fire in her eyes
and savors life like a little kid savors ice cream

At the bottom of a glass
A little bit of liquid courage
maybe to forget
maybe to move on
or maybe in revenge

We all convince ourselves that we're so over it
But deep down
in your heart resides a little dust to be cleared off
in your heart there's a room for person who's not there anymore
in your heart, someone intoxicating your whole body
like the bad apple in the trunk

But what you should know is that it's not too late to find the bad apple
what you should know is that you can clean up the room
refurnish a house
make it a home
for someone else
but more importantly for yourself

love yourself first
and when love comes knocking at your door,
open it with a smile
and say please come in,
I've been waiting for you

*and that's a beautiful, tragic , love

and she deserves all of the love in the world