The sun settles into morning, 
and I'm waking up from another
restless night. Another night
spent with you hanging from
every dream and every breath.

But I am free. I have been
liberated. Last night I ripped
my heart out of my breast
and devoured it in front of you.

And you let me.

You let me harm myself
without letting it hurt you. 

Thank you.

-
by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet

Breathe in
the sunshine,
let your soul
wander
somewhere
bright for once,

dive into the
clouds,
make them
your new home,
home doesn't
have to be in
one place,

plug in new
melodies
into your
mind
and make
music out of
your thoughts.

problems are everywhere,
pain is everything,
build a bridge
and take step by step

until you're over it.

throw yourself into a grocery cart
and push
push through it.

until you reach the other side.

trauma hurts,
but standing in the same spot
unaffected, letting knowledge pass you by
like cars on a freeway
causes more pain than trauma.

look to your left
your right

this bridge is made to fit more than one person,
you're not alone.
it's built to hold
everyone.

you just have to recognize that
they're there.

Do you know what I like?
I like when relationships drift apart.
No stimulus for it, but they drift
like waves it has its highs
yet, it eventually comes crashing down
into the shores of time.
Memories of your time together dance as
small ripples in the oceans of your mind.

However some relationships are not slow drifts but...
storms.
Powerful bursts of experiences:
excitement, fun, pain , loss, hate,
that dissipate into the empty air.
Only the  rubble that litters your mind
serves as evidence of its existence.
Evidence of the high, the lows ,the lessons learned
the lessons ignored.
Evidence, that damage yet fortify the economy of your mind.
Preparing you for the next storm of a friendship.

oh you poor thing,
with so much hate and bitterness in your small heart.
it's sad, seeing you constantly loathing.
doesn't it get tiring? i wonder.
when everyone learns and moves on,
you remain and persist,
like raging acne on a hormonal teen.
in the gates of closure you sit,
preventing progress.
does this bring you pleasure?
if it does, how disappointing,
that you feed off the "hurt" that people feel from your poisonous words.
like a child, you gossip,
and like adults, people continue on with their lives.
you act like you're on a moral high ground,
yet, you've done things more heinous than anyone i know.
in a few years, those you've ******,
would've grown into better people.
but, oh not poor you,
still clinging onto the past.
peace and tranquility,
it's something you should try sometime.
or maybe to put it more bluntly,
don't be such a **** human being.