Poetry written
On the corners
Of napkins

Scribbled down
The thoughts
Of the soul

Dear reader,
I have hope.
I found it buried
beneath ashes
I had made.

I'm okay now.

I once burned
the bridges
that kept me sane
but I've rebuilt them
and crossed them.

I am safe now.

I neglected
to tell you
what I had done
and how it felt
to be freed.

I am freed now.

Come with me
cross that bridge
and find a way
to be okay,
to fly.

Come fly with me.

My mind- an empty clutter

Trying to put words on paper,

Words that have no meaning,

Words that don’t rest for a second.

It’s not the same

Since the feeling’s gone,

But my heart still stings

Of lust.

For I am cursed to always want

That which I can’t have.

I've been to a
fair amount of
places
           and
I've witnessed
my fair share
of things.

But I still
can't fathom
the concept
of
*time.

You are
the one
for me
  And
I am
the one
for you