Paint me a broken heart

Torn straight from a loving chest

Mourning a broken bond

As happiness is set to rest

Paint me a broken heart

With the reds of fallen blood

Cried from the eyes of the longing

As their lovers walked away

Paint me a broken heart

Made from the ashes of infatuation

A child torn from a mother's arms

The cruel decision of a dark court

A grave without a corpse

Paint me a broken heart

Til there is no one left to yearn

Til another love is born

Til the next heart is broken

Please paint me a broken heart

Sometimes I believe I am writing nonsense

Silly things no one should read

I question likes and comments

Having no clue as to what they could mean

I go over the poems in my head

And as I fully pick them apart...

I finally understand the reason

You enjoy them because they come from my heart

love is a tricky thing to navigate.
to find the right people --
your people.

the ones who love you
for you,
and love you
endlessly.

it's not always easy to find,
you might not have a group
of some
like others.
but a few is enough --
more than.

you just need a little bit of love
in your life,
and you can find it
anywhere you go.

Mouths met, a soft, slow press,
No deeper drive, no need to confess.
Just lips aligned, a gentle art,
A meeting of minds, a beating heart.

Fingers brushed, a feather's grace,
A smile exchanged, in time and space.
No hurried touch, no burning need,
Just quiet joy, a planted seed.

Eyes locked, a silent vow,
To cherish now, this sacred now.
A gentle breath, a whispered word,
A connection felt, but never heard.

A soul's embrace, a spirit's flight,
Bathing bathed in pale moonlight.
No fleshly claim, no earthly bind,
Just peace and calm, for heart and mind.

Did you know  
that clipped wings  
grow new feathers 

and soon enough,  
birds can soar
again.

My love,
I am sending you my love.
Even though you are not my love.
I receive love.
You are the love that I want to love.
So I’m sending you all the love.
All the love that you give and all the love that I receive I’m reflecting all.
All back to you, my love.
My love, my only place of love.
I feel only love.
With you, love, your love.
Your touch and your gaze.
With you, I can be only inside of loving.
Loving and being.
Inside of love.
My love.

Even the dreams hurt.
If the willow tree could have turned her back to me, she would.
Even the water is silent.

You told me many things I wanted to hear.
Now they are like fallen leaves.
There’s no place to dance.

I’m tired, but I’m not going to try to sleep.
I’m just sitting here.
Till I’m able to move.

conditional love
leaves a sour taste on your tongue
when you were raised on candy
it comes as a surprise
but not everyone’s like you your mother will say
It’s hard excepting that some people will only love you based on what you give them.

Love, if unmet, has many lives
it returns as a limbless reptile,
shrouding your chest, closer,
a chain of loops that hurt,
hissing like a snake,
where blood becomes a nectar
and heat, a desire,
until everything
is reduced to skin.