How can I love unconditionally,
When I haven't been conditioned to love?


An innocent Angel.


©MH

Sweet Liberation!
A word to listen to.
God told me,
Wisdom.
Can only be plucked from his apple tree.



©MH

the worst part is,
you felt like coming home.

The wound does hurt much
But the scar brings more pain

Probably coz i was so obsessed with healing
With the Washing away the pain
T  never hurt as much
But the scar
So dried up & permanent
That hurts more

The irony that is in his ways
In his actions
The sarcasm only he can portray
Cutting right thru my heart
Reaping my soul apart
Making me lose my senses
But mostly,
The hurt & the pain
The anger I feel
Hatred not for him but me
Hating just how much I love him

I want to be a scientist,
maybe a chemist,
so I can dissect every molecule
and atom of your structure
to prove to the world
that perfection and magic
does exist.

I would kiss a million girls
just so I could taste your lip gloss,
knowing it would never
taste as sweet on another’s lips.

I’m being wished
a “happy world poetry day”
and I just wish to
correct the calendar.
As Poetry day is your birthday,
it’s Valentines Day,
it’s the day you came into my life.
Darling,
I’ve been a writer my whole life,
but you,
you made me a poet.

Today I realized I’m responsible
for the destructive crash
that brought me to where I am.
There were quite a few red lights,
but I ignored them completely.
After all, it’s the green lights
that always look so beautiful
when you are out at night.

I am unsure what is worse;
seeing you in my dreams,
or not at all.
Each way provides
hurt and sadness,
and the realization that you’re gone and never coming back.