my dear
do not fall for the broken ones
i know what it's like to crave being needed
but just because they are broken doesn't mean you can fix them

my dear
never blame timing
i strongly believe that everything happens when it happens for a reason

my dear
love at first sight is real
however that doesn't mean it will last forever

my dear
let the world bruise you
let it tear you apart
this is the only way to learn that you can heal from anything

my dear
there is no beauty in being damaged
there is beauty in surviving
there is respect in surviving
and there is art in surviving

my dear
never try and fill the void you feel with another's body
this will only make it bigger

my dear
we tend to break our own hearts
loving others too much and ourselves too little


my dear
you have to accept that some people will stay in your heart and on your mind endlessly
but i promise it won't hurt forever

Dear, Broke Guy

I know you're looking for her
Looking for her in every inch of me.
You might be looking in my eyes here
But I know it's her you see

When it's me you're kissing
You still wish she's the one you're holding
When you're saying you love me
It's her you think of, if only she could see

When you're deeply sleeping
Her name is the one you're calling
I know you're trying your best to forget
And I promise to be here waiting, I'll never be upset

I've read all the messages you sent her
You'll text me when you know she'll not respond
But I'm okay, all the pain I can bear
You know I'm always here waiting

So dear broken guy I love
I know you don't want me to fix you
But I insist.
Let me fix you

Broken Guy,
I love every broken piece of you
But you'll not love me wholly
So please, let me fix you

Dear Dad,
I realize that I'm not perfect
But I realize now that I'm not worthless
I want to show you my imperfections & insecurities
That no matter how much I try
I won't ever concoct the perfect remedy

What I need to know is that I have love
In me, in you, even for everyone
I want to know what it's like to be alive
To feel emotions, passions; what it's like to strive

I can't tell you that I'll always know right from wrong
But I can tell you that I need to appreciate you
More than ever, before you are gone.

-Love, your only son,
Michael Madera

i walked by myself
here and there
just to feel
whether the existence of I is sensed or the opposite

i ripped myself
in and out
just to see
if there are no chances in survival or somehow some parts will heal

i love and i care
for myself and I
just in case
just in case no one can and will