In a deepest sense
If you can't validate
Sweat
Blood
And tears

Surrender
Sincerity
And sacrifice

Hope
Emotions
And fragility
Alive
In the soul

How can you deserve,
A whole Universe inside me?
And who am I,
To you?

This is me
The Mirage

When my quill touches the paper
My soul mixes with ink,
It forms letters and writes poems,
About the storm inside of me.

The line of black leads to my pen
Swirls and twirls
Lines straight and curved
With skips and dots
Whips and dips

The line of black started clean and leaned
Then grew apart
Lost its form
And dug deeper
Into the paper

The line of black stops at the bottom
The final dot sticks its landing
Ending the train of thought
That flowed from
Brain to page

how can you love someone so much
yet strip them down to their core
march all over them without a single punch
really, i mean what are you waiting for
i've always had that little hunch
whispering that there was something more
did you think of me when you felt her touch
or did you throw me out that backdoor
i'm barely standing, one arm on this crutch
your love for me the third world war
i know you say 'i love you' and such,
but do you see this broken heart and all of its gore?