love is artificial;
a synthetic drug everyone
craves, although it seems to
always be out of reach.
love is bland;
where are the sparks?
I feel this immutable nothing
with hands laced
in the hands of others,
containing nothing but time between.
I am uninspired
and unexplainably tired
as I mutter each soft spoken breath,
time is slipping through  
as each fictitious word is withdrew,
and I stand alone
uninspired
and inevitably
out of use.

She torched my dark skies
flaming smiles
Coloured rainbows
She dips me into

Goodnight pumpkin, I luv you. L-U-V U.
Dear mom,
Nothing ****** me off more than misspelling the word Love.
If you’re not willing to put two seconds into a text or even a letter
to spell it correctly, then you need a ******* dictionary.
The only time you looked into a dictionary was to find words big enough so they could fit through ears but not into my brain making it easier for lies to flow out of your mouth like it is second nature.
The only truth that ever spit out of your mouth like lemon juice, was when you told us, not all lives have happy endings.
But when you were still here, and I was only eight,
you let me watch disney movies so I could learn my own fate.
One of the movies taught me that if I said Ohana means family,
that you’d respond with,
family means no one gets left behind, or forgotten
But you left your kids to pursue Your happiness,
Now every time you leave to Pennsylvania another memory of us flies away from the airport you call a body just like the planes you get on,
Your lies create a tornado that destroys everything in it’s path,
and my life is a flat ground so this spiral of emotions won’t stop until you do.
You circled your yin-yang arms around me for the first time in the hospital, that was the same night people in white coats handed you a certificate with my name written on it, Now anytime my name is brought up in a subject you pull your hoodie over your head as a sign of embarrassment.
I want you to feel the pain you have been giving me for the last 2
years when you hear this poem.

I want you to realize that you’re the reason my feelings are
scribbled down to make a mess out on paper.

Every night I make a new river with my tears and when I realize you are
lying to me, it makes waves of depression
and those waves, are created by earthquakes of anger.
These waves are strong enough to break through any hoover dam
made up of antidepressants and pills that will only make me what
you want me to be which is “normal”?
If you tell someone you love them at least have the audacity to
mean it.
Be a the definition of a mom and care about us and our
feelings, and not just your own.
Mom, I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U
Ohana means Family, but no one said family would last forever. But
you always will last forever, in my heart

To Love is to offer someone your heart strapped to a stick of dynamite; and trusting they never light the fuse

Roses are Red
Violet's are Blue
Sugar Is Sweet
And so are you!

how can a few weekends for a few months mean anything?

how can you end up liking the person who was there to mess with your mind?

How can i care for someone who  is half my age?

how do i stop this hurting and endless ache i have for you and your return?

Mons getting better *** I spoke of you....
she didnt shed a tear like she would ususally do.

I told her about a happy memory...
and I smiled really big at the end....
and she did she.