They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."

i never intended
to take apart
all the pieces
you glued back
together

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

I converse with
The voices in my head

They talk slowly
So their guidance isn't misread

Press me against you
Like flowers in a book

"I'm not a poet. I don't feel like one.
I like writting. That's all."