Please don't get me wrong.
I don't really love you,
Not even like you at the very least, I usually hate you very much.
I hate the way you tease me,
The way you smile when I get super irritated,
The way you laugh at everything I say and do,
I hate it when you don't appear at times when I expect you to., and when I look for you.
I hate it when you're effortlessly so good at everything,
When you set anything into motion with your little words,
I hate it when you suddenly move so close to me. When you make my heartbeat so fast.
I hate everything about you,
I hate it when you become serious.,
When you look at me with your soulful eyes,
And so easily takes my breath away.
I hate it when you say "please, don't go." when I say I really, really have to go.
I hate it when you don't look at me the entire day.
I hate it even more when you're away.
I hate to admit the fact that I feel lonely without you.
It's as if I'm not complete.
I know I'm dumb,
But I didn't expect my dumbness to go this far.
I can't believe, I fell inlove with the person I hate the most.

Poetry
takes on
a life
of its own
and has the inherent
unseen
connection
with all those
willing
to receive it.

To all those
wonderful
kindred spirits
out there
who take the time
to receive
what's in our hearts
and minds

who make us feel
so not
alone
.....

and though
what we say
may not be
profound
we are treated
with value

that we
belong.

Blessings

cj 2016

We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
We take peoples secrets and throw them to the wind.
Allowing them to be consumed by whomever shall catch them.
We laugh when others fall.
And ignore their pleaded calls.
We are monsters wearing human skin.
Wolves in sheepskin.
We are destroyers of all things good.
And yet we pretend we are all just misunderstood.
That our cruelty is somehow justified.
By someone else's lack of compromise.
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
We are raising children to follow suit.
Telling them to, "only think about you".
We teach them morals that are wrong.
And dance with glee when they follow along.
We are in joy of another broken generation.
Glad that we could be apart of an already crumbling nation.  
We are sick.
We are sin.
Blind to our own parts in this worlds destruction.
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
This world is ripping at the seams.
We are living in our own worst dreams.
We think we're safe from the end.
But that's a lie for destruction is exactly what we intend.
We are ruthless and dumb.
For believing we will be saved when, God decides to come.
And what really makes me disappointed
Is that our entire existence can be summed up in just four sentences.
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.

Death is an amusing mistress
We need only remember her presence
To fully enjoy her absence

We're all leaning towers.
Never quite perfect.
But still we are beautiful
with our own crooked defects.