My baby left me yesterday,
Packed her bags and went away,
High heels on the carpet,
Took my keys and craved her name into my car seat.

And that's the last one I let push me around,
I've said it before but I mean it now,
Get me out this city, I just need to clear my mind.

We left this evening, gave them twenty dollars for some gas in Boston,
grab a bite but now we're taking off,
When we got to Melrose, fifteen nights of April,
We just drank our sorrows, talked about the day we'll have it all.

- Charlie Puth "Ride To Melrose"

It is my reminiscence.
The virtue of loneliness
occurs at midnight.

Dare to ask the silence.
It will tell you
exactly who you are.

The midnight I yearn for love
Of purpose I lost
Of reasons wanting to be found.

Midnight's a sin of time
Your epiphany
Your slap of reality

It is sadness.
And the greatest anxiety
is your true self.

i need someone who will love me all the time.
not just when they're lonely & bored,
& running out of things fragile enough for them to
take over & call 'mine'.

i need someone who will love me when i'm
sickly sweet cherry cordial, and not just when i'm
drowsy red wine.
not just when i'm their cup of tea that they leave unfinished in the sink because they've stopped to cry.

i need someone who'll love me even when i am a ****,
when i am a wildflower.
not just when i'm the blooming roses, wilting from the time they accidentally knocked the watering can over.

I put little folded papers in a jar –
Yes and No in minute scribbles
Let the game of human and God begin

Will I marry in the future?
Shake! Shake! Shake!

My heart flutters in anticipation
Surely a Yes will come out
Let my supplication be answered

NO!

Another round with the same question.
Shake! Shake! Shake!

Hope still embraces my beating heart
This is still the second round
Chances of having a Yes is great

NO!

Another round for “Will I ever marry?”
Shake! Shake! Shake!

I am anxious now for the next result
Third is the final answer
But I want to experience love.

NO!

Oh, let’s play again Lord next year.

I hope you never look around at all the happy couples and make yourself feel ugly and worthless. I hope you never show up at a high school dance sad because no one asked you to be their date. I hope you never feel the need to be validated by another person. I hope you never completely lower your standards because you are getting tired of waiting around. Because *******, you don't need someone else to make you happy or feel valuable. If you can't love yourself, how do you expect to love someone else? You don't need to have a date to have a good time, find some great friends and I promise you you'll have a much better experience. You sure as hell don't need someone else to validate you, just be yourself and don't even bother with other people's opinions. And never, ever lower your standards. By investing in a low quality relationship, you're just setting yourself up for heartbreak in the end. I know, you're getting tired of being single and lonely, but honey once you find someone worth your time, it sure as hell is worth the wait.

bottle me up or swallow me whole
i'll take what i can get
absolute destruction by your hand
could only feel as sweet
as the moment my eyes meet yours
put your lips on mine
don't stop until the night is fleeting into sparks of daylight
and us
awoken from this daydream
and i
never want to question
that for one ethereal moment

you were mine.

You all single ladies
Might not know
How lucky you are

Yea! You heard me
LUCKY!

You got to learn
What being happy really means
When your happiness isn't up to
How your man treated you yesterday

You know what's your worth

You got to learn
What you deserve
From a man
Who hopes to spend
The rest of his life with you

Some people wish to turn back
The time to their single days
Really..

So I say,
   the chance of being single
is so **underrated

Searching for your lover
is writing countless poems.
And finding yourself sober
as you heed those silent songs.

It's like chasing the abstract meaning,
of a paradoxical painting.
And wonder yourself endlessly playing,
with melodies from a broken string.

Finding your love is an art,
You'll take countless shots.
You will be loved and be hurt,
But you'll keep learning.

And when you find the one,
He'll be the song to sing.
Till all words are sung
And unheard melodies are strummed.

You'll be an empty canvass,
Or a chaotic visual,
With every stroke you'll follow,
You'll love like there's no tomorrow.

But do you ever wonder,
how a line or two were able to touch you?
Words find you as you wander,
Lost in search for your future lover.

a vine suffocates a tree
wrapped around it screaming
PLEASE!
don't leave me

dear god, please don't leave me

the tree goes limp
and its bark starts to crack
as the vine tightens her grip
till her veins turn black

why won't you stay? why are you leaving me?

the vine must not falter
for if she does
the tree will grow strong and
leave her in the dust

don't go don't leave me please don't leave me

but as the tree chokes,
it thrashes her off
and down will come baby,
cradle and all.