Heartbreak
Is not an overreaction
Is not a figment of imagination
of the ones who feel too much

Heartbreak
Is not simply a word
for the ones who have loss.
Is not simple at all.

Heartbreak
Is ripping
Is the tearing
of one's heart into miniscule pieces.

Heartbreak
Is the breath
that both catches in your throat
and completely leaves your body.

Heartbreak
Is the physical reaction
in which your heart stops beating
and your lungs stop working.

Heartbreak
Is when your smile stops working
but you use it to cover up the tears anyway.
*Is when you picture your life without them in your day.

sometimes i think about you,
and i want to cry until i drown
in self pity and salty tears.

today I read a book about a girl who rebuilt herself
who escaped the most dangerous prison in the world
also knows as her mind
today I read a book about a girl who decided to fight back and be okay
and I saw so much of myself in her
so I know I'll be okay
even my scars have scars of their own
and it doesn't hurt that much to bleed anymore
but I've realized that while the sky is bright I owe the sun appreciation
even though it's hurt me quite a bit
today I read a book about a girl who chose herself
and since today is a good day
I feel like I can be that girl

I almost loved you with all my heart
love enters then it starts
In the daydream of souls
In the pages of a diary
In the thoughts of a madman
A sad man from all his almosts
Love never surrenders
It is our ghost.

Almost..
So close..

Firewalk..
Burnt feet..

World record..
Malfunctioning machine..

The best of the best..
Got disconnected..

Beautiful poems..
Looked on over..

Singing songs..
Kicked out of the band..

Publish soon..
10,000 dollars short..

Fastest runner..
Sprained ankle..

Singing voice..
Everyone hates my songs..

Storyteller..
Afraid to share stories..

Almost..
So close..

I almost needed you

I almost dialed your phone number in the middle of the night because I can’t sleep and I’m in tears and my heart is in pain and I needed to hear your voice just to make it alright

I almost broke down when you said you couldn’t come to meet me the next day and I almost told you how much it made me down and I almost begged you to come because I needed to see you because I can already feel the ache of needing your comfort in my bones because I’m scared

I almost hugged you when the thing I was so afraid of finally happened
I almost held your hand when I didn’t know what to do anymore
I almost touched you, I almost showed you my tears, I almost showed you that I’m in pain, I almost showed you that I was scared and I don’t know what to do anymore

I almost showed you how much of a mess I was

I almost showed you that I was crying but I hid my face on your shoulder and when I realized that it makes me ache for your comfort more, I stood up and skipped away like my tears weren’t falling, my heart wasn’t shattering

And when I came back and when you tilted my head up and asked me if cried, I almost told you the truth. I almost broke down and screamed that I needed you. I almost told you my greatest fear. I almost told you that I felt so weak, that I need you so badly to hold me. I almost told you that I’m already breaking and I need you to hug me. I almost told you that I needed your comfort and I needed you to tell me that I’m not who I think I am. That I am worth it, that I am not a failure, that I did my best and everything’s going to be okay. I almost told you that I was so scared. I almost cried in front of you. I almost let myself shatter in front of you.

I almost needed you.

But I’m glad I didn’t.

Because I made it. I made it up until today. And if I didn’t hold myself back, I might haven’t realized that I can be strong.

That I am strong.

there is a special place
hidden in the space
between
your fingers
and the stars
you couldn't
catch

Tomorrow,
I leave
and dear
I'm afraid
that you
won't
miss me

Cause I
know I'll
think of
your guitar,
your hands
my hands
your laugh,
and dance

Cause I
know I'll
listen to
your music
when I'm
homesick
or else try
to remember
your eyes,
your words

But will you
miss my piano,
my hands
your hands
my laugh,
my car
will you phone me
just to hear
my voice again

Will we even
Say goodbye

Do we have to

Or have we
already