Oh you’re beautiful
The way you tailor your love
fitting me like a glove
The way you pull up my sleeves
Expose my scars, and kissed them.
Brown eyes honey
Soothing a ever lasting storm.

You are not your mother
marriages dont always end in broke glasses and yelling
You are not your father
children don't always hold you back and ruin your life
You are not your brother
love isn't always a game that tears you apart
You are not your best friend
people can be kind and good in nature; in fact, they mostly are.
You are not anyone else except yourself
and you only
decides how your world will be like.
Evils can be found everywhere, but so can kindness.

I used to write poems for you
like a hopelessly romantic, poor, scholar.
With such fluffy words i described you
the colors, the beauty, the pedestal i held you on
but colors turn dull, beauty fades, and the marbles that once
sculped the pedestal
turned into dust
Now i read my poems
and i scoff
my ink will never run dry
and so i wrote another one for you.

Do not worry
about money- or how old youre turning
while your body still can
GO! Travel!
Sleep on ****** motel floors if you must
walk to the bus stop if you have to
Rent a tired old rusty motorcycle
Hilk that path
DO IT!
The world is yours
don't be stuck on a single page- dont be stuck in a room
GO!
SEE what the vast universe have for you!
And when you sleep-
I hope you dream of more things than what you're used to.

Naked as we came
tangled on the sheets-the sunlight nearly peaked
your skin on mine, a femine smooth and masuline rough
your chest hair did always tickle my cheeks
the smell of sweet sweet sweat in the air
"want some eggs?"
"yes please."

It wasn't personal
That's who i am
a holly golightly
terrified- of cages, of commitment, of things that held up a mirror
things that reminded me how ugly i can be
Holly Golightly had her tiffanys
me? I had my 3:00am coffee and the 7 o clock train-
steams, rails, and I'm gone.

I try not to walk that path again
Our hands tangled
For you it meant as much as pebbles did to a river
I knew that
Still, I let myself sank.
And one day- i became stale in your eyes
On that day-I can no longer walk that path again.