The worst part about being a writer or poet,
is the critics....
You're your own worst critic.
Take a breath and relax,
don't put yourself down.

The monster
Under my bed
Crawled out
And crept under
The sheets.
How did I not
See him coming?

I welcome the breeze
From the distant land
Brings fresh happiness
Lifts the veil of doubt
Reveals the inner beauty
Many rich aromas unknown
Intoxicates the senses
Travels through unknown corridors
Not even the corners spared
Soul breezes along with pleasure
Some unknown music notes
Hits the heart with marvelous grace
Intermingling of two waves
Brings harmony and peace
I welcome the breeze
As I surrender to the weightlessness
My soul feels loved and joyous
Tears of joy mingles as sweet droplets
Floating with the sweet breeze
Fresh breeze from afar
To which I surrender at will

You may think you broke my heart
I will admit,
I thought that too
But now I am moving on,
And I have realized,
That it is not my*  heart,
Which you broke to pieces,
But the  puzzle pieces  of my life,
Which you helped put together,
You threw across the room

And lucky for me,
*Puzzles are meant to be put back together again