The crown sat in the shadows for years
Hidden away thought to have disappeared
But you knew where it was
It always calls to you
Because no matter what, you never change
The king of broken hearts
Forever wearing the heavy crown
Of alone and heartbreak

Songs are sad
Due to my past?
Maybe just how my heart is?
All my poems have a tinge of
Heartbreak
Coincidental?
Or just the remnants of this old heart

When you are at your list point you
Think everything is lost
You're alone, upset, fearful, scared
You are afraid to reach out, thinking
No one will answer or no one will care
But it's at your lowest that you realize you aren't

As you think you are crashing into rock bottom of despair you hit something solid.
Thinking this is it you look out and see darkness underneath you. You landed on a ledge

As you look up you see people looking down at you and ropes start being lowered to you. Friends you haven't talked to in years, friends who you just met and those spread across the globe start pulling you up

It's at your lowest when you realize you aren't at rock bottom. People will be there for you helping you back up
Friends no matter if you talked yesterday or three years ago they answer your call. Friends in different time zones answer when they can doing whatever they can from so far

It's at this time you realize how blessed you are, because at your lowest you see the only way is up from here

He walked over to the case and
Pulled out the crown sitting there
Dust covered it, it hasn't been touched in a long time
He looked it over, the black heart
Broken down the middle
A reminder of the hurt and pain
As he donned the crown of broken hearts once again
He realized the pain he was in
He set about locking what was left his heart away
Never again would it happen, lying to himself
Feeling lost, brojen and helpless he started walking aimlessly
Broken hearts happened before
But this time he could feel his soul tearing apart
He stares into the darkness awaiting him
Knowing each step could send him crashing to rock bottom
He knows the pain won't go away because it's standing there welcoming him like an old friend
He was the king of broken heart but what will happen when the soul breaks?
What would be left?

Not everyone has a poem about them

or are mentioned under these lines

but their names are stitched upon my

heart over the cracks from past and

recent heartbreak holding me together

Keeping me from becoming broken

Some will move heaven and earth
For those they love
But
I will go through hell and fight every demon
To give you a better life than mine
C.R.

I shouldn't of been surprised
with you still on campus,
you had the time and energy
To buy the jury against me
The guilty verdict coming to no surprise
No matter my side
Forever guilty and the devil

From a early age we told about consent
Boys you need to get consent before ***
Girls if you don't give consent than it's
****

Everywhere we are taught that getting
Consent is the most crucial thing
But only when it comes to girls
And not when it comes to boys

Society doesn't care if the boy doesn't
Give consent or doesn't want to do it
And females don't care about you only
That they want it in the moment

Society doesn't care about the boy
What he goes through after this
Society tells him he's weak or he must of
Enjoyed it so it's not the same

Society has twisted it all to focus on one
With her walking around thinking of the One Night Stand, on her way to the next
Without me as a second thought

I'm laying here dealing with the
Depression, anxiety and PTSD
Of the one night she doesn't remember
Trying to become whole again after

Being *****

Icy winds
Cold fronts
Frosty evenings
Even with all this cold
Still warmer than your heart

I never thought finding myself
Would lead me to this point
Love yourself before someone else?
Still not quite there yet

But I've made progress
I've moved closer to it each day
With every sunrise breaking dawn
With every moonlight shining

I've come out like a bass drop
Unexpected, unimagined
Everyone taken by surprise
Except me

Because I'm finding myself
And the only person it matters to
Is me and myself
I'll March to the drum of my own heart

I'm finding myself

Care to join the adventure?

Don't tell me you are going through stuff
That's why you don't talk much
Don't tell me it's been ******* you
When you make everything seem fine

Don't tell me that we fell off because
I didn't want to take anymore
Don't tell me that **** isn't about me
When it could be taken that way

Don't try to gaslight me into thinking
That I'm the problem, that it's your
Problems that are what matters
And I'm the one that pushed you away

When I struggle, when I cry when I'm
Going through **** and my **** ups
My circle knows about it
My circle talks to me

I reach out and say i need a line before
I sink beneath the waves coming up to
The chin as I struggle to breath

My circle stands around me and lifts me up so I'm not falling
My circle is small and close once I realized that not everyone cares

My circle knows everything about me

So don't gaslight me saying I'm the problem

When you aren't in the circle and don't want me there

But can't tell you how to do it
It's the hardest thing to do
Especially after a heartbreak
How do you love yourself?
I wish I knew

Write day and night like you're running out of time?
How do you write like tomorrow won't arrive?
How do you write like you need it to survive?
How do you write every second you're alive?

These sentences and beats flow
Through my ears, into my heart
Why do I do this?
Why do I constantly write?

So that someone may read it?
Is it keeping me alive?
Will tomorrow actually arrive?

I don't have these answers
But I wish I did
Until I have the answers though

I will write like it's my last source of

Life