I want to fall for someone
who will break for me
who will let their stains spill everywhere
who will allow their eyes to pour up a glass
of the beautiful mess
that they are

I wish I could’ve warned you
about how heavy they can get
how they’ll refuse to leave
and instead
unpack in every room
they will pile up to the point
where you won’t be able to lift yourself up
you might think that the only way to survive
is to find a tool or two
one too many drinks
less food on the menu
any escape route that’ll drain you
but you’ll soon learn that
being empty
weighs you down just like them
thoughts
that’ll never stop trying
to devour you

How can I miss the days
I tend to hate the most
Those days that made my soul
Shimmer with a spark

The days all pass with ease
Until those sparks draw close
Then I speak differently
No diacritical mark

I knew who used to know me
But, who knows what's innermost
My mind is always asking
Can't be still, like a shark

If fear and loneliness, were drugs
I'd know an overdose
I try to see the light
But everything lost its spark

I wish I could forget
Those day I tend to miss the most
My pain is stuck on me
Just like a visible birthmark

It made me who I am
It's beautiful, like the coast
While you can try to forget
The past, it is a loan shark

It will hunt you endlessly
Hunter searching for its roast
It will not ever stop
Until your eyes have no more spark

The secret is to give
Everything, almost
And live with what you got
You need to find your own spark

The days may get longer
And the end will draw close
Live your life, it's yours
Your spark can be your mark

It seems my grieving time
It is done, adios
Living with everything
Well, that's my trademark

I wish my words could give you
What you need the most
But trust me, only you
Know your own spark

just a bit like waves,
it comes and goes and never stay;
over the raging sea,
submerged betwixt the depths of me.

a flashback hits abruptly,
a deserted memory,
caresses like a touch, weakly,
can be delineated only just by me.

either conveniently registered,
or an untimely occurrence;
bears an optimistic euphoria,
or a somber ache.

like an old pal,
that was left astray;
a memory is only lived once,
but never forgotten.

like a ghost, in a glimpse,
it vanishes away;
a devoid mind is a devil's play,
a new seed outgrows and takes its place.

I would like to figure out why I was blessed

With the talent I write my words with

But that is impossible to answer

Not impossible like "how?"
But a close second

My rhymes may never be important

As paying taxes owed

So I will do my thing over here not expecting a thing in return