If my heart was a book
It would contain torn pages only

If my eyes wrote
Letters would be blurred by tear drops

If my blood turned into an ink
My nerves would run dry

If my mind tried to narrate
It would be stop after every phrase

emerald linen edged with jade
a book titled with my name

and it’s heavy.

i flip through the pages
but they’re blank.

or maybe they’re written
in a way i cannot see

or maybe it was never written at all.

or maybe it’s a reflection,
an empty book, an empty me.

& maybe I’ll write it someday.

I am a book
Your favorite story
But you are illiterate

She is just so ******* confusing. I guess I just have to keep living life on normally and see what happens. I will be me. I will figure out how to play this chaotic game of life. I will carry this burden until I find someone else. Then I will carry their burden too because that’s the type of person that I am. When I love someone, I want them to be happy and I will do whatever it is in my power to make them happy. If the one I love doesn’t want to be with me and wants to be with that other guy (who I hear is a terrible person), then so be it. If she is happy, then everything is fine. That is the only thing that matters. I just hope that this rotten man won't be her downfall. I want her to know that if she is struck down by this man, I will always be here to support her in whatever way. I love you…

Below is the link to my 2nd book, can't believe I just said that but I'll appreciate if all of you would read it. It's just some of my most personal writings. Even if you don't read it,  thanks even for considering it

https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/166651348-coming-of-age-the-growth-from-a-boy-to-a-man