Where the doubts are born
Where the destination is twisted
Where the exit closes
Where the light goes off
Where the road ends
That's where you find out who your true friends are

It's here
... next to you
... next to mine
... thank you for exist

Happy 2019 all my friends... I don't say names because I'm sure I'd miss some and I don't want

I was at the bottom
but you never lift me up
instead, you go down there
to help me until I can stand
on my own.

It was pain
but you never took it away
instead, you hold me
until it goes away.

Things a sister will do.
THANK YOU.

You always know how to say the most perfect things
You always know when somethings not right
You know me better than I know me
You teach me the truth
You tell me what I need to hear
Not what I want to hear but what I need to hear
Thank you
For being the best thing that has ever happened to me

Thank you mom for
Telling me that I am beautiful
When I feel like
An ugly mutt.

Thank you mom for
Saying I have a beautiful mind
When I am
Feeling like dummy

Thank you mom for
Reminding me
If the one important
Things of Buddhism....
Be yourself.

This is not a poem
it is a thank you
that is breathing in my chest
as tears flow from ducts
that haven’t seen happiness like this
since the sun started going to sleep earlier
and settled into the sky with my heart,
this is my gratitude
as I look at the words that you say
leaving comments for me to read
that brighten my soul
as nothing has been able to
for at least five days,
this is my love
for the love that you feel
for the words that I shared,
thank you
for taking my tears
and making them happy again

Look at me
I say
Sell me your smile
Take a penny for my thoughts
I have nowhere to go
But here

And you look at me
I haven't danced in so long
But you take my hand anyways
Why?
I don't smile
I have nothing to say to you

As fish swim, birds soar
Lifted up on drafts of hope
Dipping wingtips in sunsets
Clouds are butter
Sliced by talons
He is beautiful
And so is she

Answer the questions
That wallow in my mind
Struggling to raise up
Dead hands clawing through earth
Coming to the tears in my eyes
When you say

We like you
Write more often
Such emotion
I feel your pain
It's beautiful here
Because of you

Thank you to you
For doing what you could for me.
Thank you for teaching me that love isn’t something fake, that it’s attainable.
That it’s something that can naturally happen and come from nothingness
That one can love and be loved but that there is always a consequence around the corner
Thank you for showing me that I’m capable of being an object of affection not an object of objectification.
I have the ability of being touched and it meaning something with every smooth move and gentle kiss I can be someone’s something and that it’s not an impossibility.
Thank you, for you.
For showing me that all the colors of the rainbow can be seen even on the cloudiest of days in a person.
Not in the gray painted skies after a storm within cascading cumulonimbus clouds
Thank you for leaving me.
Thank you for showing me that I am strong and can come from hell and back
That I can pick myself up off the ground even when my rainbow turns upside down and grayscale against the bright blue sky
Thank you for giving me the chance to rise up from underneath the crust of the earth to blossom into the flower of a person I always knew I could be. Petals perfectly placed facing the sun soaking up her essence and basking in her warmth
Thank you to you.
For showing me that love ******* hurts and that sometimes you have to hit the lowest low in a bottle or **** to feel something and come back from that to be the person you always hoped you could be.
To be the person who can come from nothing.
Thank you for making me an addict.
You were my drug of choice, then I found others to fill that hole in which I wish you were.
Other oddities in things that which you inhale and exhale and find yourself falling in too deep shot after shot and solo cup after solo cup, but even after the night is over I stumble back finding myself... solo.
Thank you for leaving.
And letting me discover all of the things that can happen when the one thing you care about dissipates in midair.
My time with you taught me that I need no one.
That I can pull myself up.
That I am my own shining glittering rainbow on the cloudiest of days and that I don’t need YOU.
That I can blossom from the crust up and find my own happiness and salvation in the things I care about.
And be okay being solo.
Thank you to you.
For doing all these things for me you unknowingly did.