All I ended up with
was a heart broken for you.
And, in the end, all you are
is a beautiful poetry muse.

No matter the ups or downs
or the in-betweens we went through,
I will always be thankful for the poetry
I wrote because of you.

"they have no one to blame
but themselves"
is a common phrase
too common, too dismissive
it acts as a haze
a haze that masks the truth
that truth that maybe there is someone to blame
that someone is the one
who committed the ******* act in the first place.
"They were drunk and vulnerable, they should have expected ****"
Or maybe the heartless ******* shouldn't have broken trust in the first place.
"Drugs are terrible, they should have stopped before someone died"
Addiction is a disease, a plague, blame the disease not the transmission.
"They could've done this, they should've done that"
A victim should never double as the suspect.
So don't go pointing fingers in situations you don't understand.

I've rode a bus to nowhere,
          but I wrote down every stop
to realize that
       even though we don't realize it!!
                        In our journey there are much
better places to get off than the last stop.

Is this the best of the worst times
So many choices
Yet I made all the wrong ones
Can't stop all the voices
One of these days I'll burn
Could be tomorrow
Could even be today
It's just fate

Fate's a ***** sometimes
Messes with you like a witch sometimes
Never gives you what you wanted
Only gives you what you needed
They said
But I don't even know what I need or want
I just wanna stay in bed
Can't move my legs
Can't be bothered to
So is this what it's come to
Are you gonna leave me too

I'm half dead half alive
Wrist is on the edge of a knife
One inch between life and death
One step before falling in the depth
I'm such a ******* mess right now
I hope you don't think I meant it
And I'm sorry for making you worry
Just forget what I said
and leave me be

You’ve heard what I’ve sung,
You’ve read what I wrote,
But can that get
To the heart of all my hopes?
 
So I run away, I smoke;
Getting by
With desperate gropes.
And I groan,
                   and I moan,
                                      but ****, just cut the ropes!
And these chains, that maim,
They’re gone, just like smoke,
My skin no longer cut up
                            Like dandruff
Think soap.

Ink never loses its
                     meaning

Time only fades it..

  Everything wrote will
           always have an
                            interpretation..

But to you it will never tarnish...

Lets play the game of
others affections of
confirmed words...

Of what is excepted
by the heard,
feed the same old verse.

But when there is a black sheep,
one who doesn't conform
to your expectation of word...

who pens, cleverly, who inks.
outside the comfort blanket
of others wanting...

like it more than the repeated
verses of same old same old,
as its better to read new not a repeat.