They said that heartbreak is only emotional pain,
but I saw the symptoms of shock in the mirror,
lips so pale as to blend in with my skin colour.

I felt dizzy, nauseous, could feel both the thunder of my heart and it's slowness.
Yes, heartbreak is real, as real as the strength of one's heart.

Or do I mean soul?

But what is broken may always be mended,
and I'm feeling a lot better now,
and I hope you are too.

What can you expect?
Poetry comes from the heart.
And the heart is vulnerable.

We live in a world of lost souls and unfulfilled dreams.
Poetry just helps us stay here physically
Because we cant always be here mentally, emotionally,or spiritually.
Poetry is the reason i'm still alive.

My nutritionist told me I need to increase my caloric intake and eat more carbs. I asked my nutritionist, “aren’t carbs bad for you?”
She said, “No. Carbs are not bad for you, carbs are an immediate energy source for your body to use, what’s bad for you is not eating enough and passing out at the end of the day like some ***** *****. Now eat some carbs and get some meat on those bones before I order you a ******* pizza myself.”

I should mention that my nutritionist is also my best friend. I call her Lady Reptar, because she is one. A lady, not a reptar, even though she’s twenty times more awesome than a dinosaur and fifty times nicer. She’s beautiful like a ******* daisy in the woods and she’s sharp and wittier than her cooking knives and she’s warmer than her father’s woodstove.

"So, do poppy seeds count as protein?"

I know it's just a number,
Something made up of ones, twos, and threes.
It isn't a label,
But I feel as if I've lost the stamp of approval.
I'm way up here
But I want to be way down
there.
After all
The less one is
The more he is viewed.
& sometimes it doesn't hurt to be seen.

you make lists in your head / about what you want in a lover, like
brown hair and a sweet voice / a sharp minds and soft heart, a sense of humour that actually makes you laugh
this and that.

it's all *******

because people are not and can not be lists / I've always wanted to be the person who made someone realize this / I want to come across someone with a list in their head this is nothing like what I am, and I want to show them / what they didn't even know they wanted and what they were looking for.

Nobody knows what they're looking for, and if they say they do,
they're only fooling themselves / Wwe don't know what we want / until it's right in front of us.

The definition of beautiful in the dictionary
Doesn’t have your name on it
For even the heaviest, most omniscient dictionary
Can never define who you really are.

The most beautiful women and men on TV
Doesn’t have the same smile and laughter as yours.
Their eyes will be completely different
Than the way your eyes light up when you dream.

It’s only society who implies “the physical beauty”
But in every curve and excess skin in your body,
It hold magic and sublimity
Seen by the ones who truly loves you.

And because society is mostly made up of monsters,
Would you ever trust them about who you are?
Won’t be the most beautiful flowers in the spring,
Are the ones with true beauty they bring?

Stuck on the last and my confusing past
Gave him my heart and pretended it was poetic art
But now I've found a new canvas
Nothing personal, just the sound of flesh against flesh
No common interests
Nothing deep
Just bruised skin and mortal sin
It wasn't love
It wasn't lust
Just two lonely bodies