if you're ever wondering if you're in love
just think of that person as a flower
if you came across them
would you pluck it for yourself
or water it

Poetry is the open wound
From which the **** of our minds seeps
Infecting the world with it's vitriol
Spreading it's disgusting disease
A scab that never heals, as we pick
And pick away at an itch, letting the injury
Ooze and weep, always there to remind us
We can never resist perverse temptation
And rid us of the addiction that will always
Cause us pain, so open your minds
Let them breathe and pen.

"You're my sun,"
He murmured, picking up the traces of daisies
That scattered the ground,
"My moon,"
He caught the petals as they fell from the cluster,
"My stars,"
A sigh parted his lips,
Dropping the injured bouquet from his hands,
"And everything in between..."
The petals spread near him
Like diamonds flashing on the soil
Forming a cosmos around his tracks.
He lost himself for love and in return,
The galaxy lost him too.

If I were a garbage man, then I had had a reason to pick you up again.

Allow yourself to
let things go,
and to let things change.
Some things may not be
what you'd imagined them
a year ago
-and that's okay.

Hearts break
for different reasons
and they each heal
at their own pace.

You don't need
to have it all figured out
-a dozen he's will leave
and more she's will break your heart
than you planned.

But that's okay,
because when you feel
like you can't sink lower;
an unexpected breeze
will pick you up
and I promise
-You'll fly.

memories remembered
from the pictures on my wall
people change but pictures don’t,
wish i could feel nothing at all
for you
because these days, all i do
is wonder who you are
i wish that i could know you
but you’re always too far

if you don’t want to pick up the phone
why should i be at your beck and call
if you ain’t got no time for me
then my mind won’t be filled with these
wishes that i wish i didn’t think

desperate for a sign,
but i’ll tell everyone i’m fine
nothing i wanna see
but your name on my lock screen
but you make me stare at my screen
you do
because these days, all i do
is wonder who you are
i wish that i could know you
but you’re always just a little too far

if you don’t want to pick up the phone
why should i be at your beck and call
if you ain’t got no time for me
then my mind won’t be filled with these
wishes that i wish i didn’t think
if you don’t want to pick up the phone
why should i be at your beck and call
if you ain’t got no time for me
then my mind won’t be filled with these
messages it tells me that you read

He’s never good for mouth play,
is only skin deep. Same old, same.
His heart, his tongue, his sweat
don’t come every night and day.
Is the sweet smell worth it?

I lie and wait,
you pick and choose.
But in the end,
there is no I in her.