The winds, the tides —
are against me.
So sunny, yet the cloud —
Shrouds the sunlight meant me.
The chirping birds —
they're wielding wicked wings.
the roses —
when I smell it, it withers.
the night, the moon —
Why is it blue?
my soul —
it's black, will you touch it?

My impending fear,
With danger near,
Only increased until I began to see myself wondering how he left without shedding a single tear.
And happiness,
My biggest weakness,
Was on a constant downward spiral into something that made even myself wish to digress.
But suddenly,
Fairly abruptly,
I began to understand how his absence brought me a soft feeling of serenity.
My excuses,
Hidden bruises,
I was reluctant to push the blame onto anyone but myself even though I didn't choose this.
People asked me,
Quite literally,
If I was aware that I smiled brighter and laughed louder now that I've had this epiphany.
And finally,
Now I can see,
I allowed myself to be taken for granted just so I wouldn't have to be lonely.
And in the end,
I recommend,
Looking inside yourself and seeing the broken bonds you must mend.

I have known the suffering of an inked paper,
Crumpled and thrown away in underappreciated trash bins,
Shoved in the corner between the two cold, unloved walls,
Covered and repainted with an old tattered brush,
Dipped and soaked in that aged drying paint,
Left in the basement with the hot headed furnace,
Tirelessly warning up that cold barren house,
Situated at the end of a long winding road hidden amidst the undergrowth.
Tucked away in this silent suburb a weak barely beating heart,
That lay crippled on a crimson creaking couch,
Standing beside a brown boring table,
Resting on top is a tattered trashed folder,
Inside which a crumpled piece of paper.

I have never tried so hard to scrub
the skin off of my body
every inch he so unlovingly
touched
I have never wanted to wash away
a human being
who took my morals and my body
away from me
I have never expected
to be a statistic
I have never expected
for it to be me
I am strong right?
I'm strong and free.
Until Im locked in a room
On my knees.
He humiliated
and he changed
Me.

I've never put much faith in
people
Even the most important in
my life letting me down
Abandoning and abusing
Casting aside and
scarring
Unloved and forgotten

In those times of
inconsistency
I clung with innocent love
to the constants

The sun, the moon, and the stars

I was there.
Every time you need me, I was there.
When your world seems to fall down, I was there.
When you need a shoulder to cry on, I was there.
When you lost your sense of control, I was there.
When you got nothing left to do, I was there.

I was always there for you.
But just like Thinkerbell who always with Peter pan,
Still, he chose Wendy.

And you chose her.

Im giving up on love
Because the only one my heart wants to love is you
I ripped out my heart just to give it to you
You handed it back broken and cold
Sad and old used up and put back together
Turned my world upside down
Took my love without a care
No thought behind it
You didn't care
As long as you had want you needed
Didn't think about the girl behind it just about the love that made you feel whole

I want to write a love poem
The best the world has ever seen
About two shattered people
Fitting together at their broken seems

I want to write a love poem
That no one can forget
About two lonely people
That where a perfect fit

I want to write a love poem
That transcends past the stars
About two cosmic bodies
That's not imprisoned behind broken bars

I want to write a love poem
So great no one has ever known
Of two tattered spirits
That clung to each other and the love they shown

I want to write a love poem
That can survive any storm
About two people with icicle hearts
That true love burned bright and warmed

I want to write a love poem
But alas that I can not do
For I have never tasted love
So I have not a single clue