You don't miss me yet,
That's OK,
You haven't thought of me since,
Well that's OK too,
Your name is written on my heart,
That's OK,
You won't read it now,
Well that's OK too,
You once held my hand,
That's OK,
You held it os-so tight,
Well that's OK too.

Your love is always, always, always,
Ok.

I got back to my cabin
it was late,
but I put in my earbuds
listening to a song,
like magic, I heard this song
as if for the first time,
the melody and lyrics calming
my restless mind.
These moments
I can count on one hand
and I was glad to be
alive,
music has the power
unlike anything else
to bring healing to
the wounded.

I don't need a
priest
to hear my
confession,
because I already
forgave me
everything
that I've done
wrong.

Standing in line
at McDonald's,
and I can't
relax.
I know this is
bad for me,
but I put in my order
anyway.
I swallow down my burger
with self-loathing,
it's delicious,
and disgusting.
I walked out
feeling the fat
dissolving into my
soul.

I noticed
you
in public
today,
but I
didn't
have the
courage
to speak
up.

You caught me
doing
something that I
shouldn't
have done, now
I'm
afraid of the
consequences
they may be
dire.

Tonight I
wish
to lie
under
a weighted
blanket
so it'll
calm
my anxious
mind.

God sent me a cleaning
crew
to help tidy up my
apartment,
at first, I felt they
were
invading my privacy but I
can't
argue with the results my
place
feels like it did back
when
I moved in, a brand-new
home.

There is one person
in my life,
I wish I could say
these words to:
"Anything in the world
you need
come to me,
and I'll make sure
that you not go
unheard,
but promise
you'll never let
me
spend another night
alone."

Saying, "Life is complicated."
doesn't begin to describe
how painful it is
to be an imperfect person
in an imperfect world.
Oh, how many words could I write
about the suffering of humanity?

Never let someone
else's
feelings prevent you
from
living your own
truth;

emotions come and
go
but you've gotta
live
with who you
are.

I was sitting on the bus
minding my business
when she got on,
and I froze.

I thought to myself:
If I don't talk to her
I'm antisocial.
Then if I do she might
find out how weird
I am.

So I just sat back
and got off the bus.
Nobody is worth
this torture.

Loners will often
inhabit
crowded spaces, not
engaging
with anyone because
they
still crave human
connection.

Today when your
car
started to over
heat
I stayed there
on
the side of
that
road until you
found
a ride back
home.

To keep myself
from
sitting by the
phone,
waiting for your
call
I glued my
eyes
to the sliver
screen,
at least movie
stars
show up for
me.

Why can't I come up with
the words?
Where have they gone?
I need to write them.
If I don't write
the words
then who will?
Is it my fault
I've come up
empty?

I left his present
inside
of your trunk by
mistake
and I don't know
when
I'll give it to
him
I'm sorry for the
confusion.

I'll feel PTSD
when
I remember the
person
who I once
was
because of the
pain
he still causes
me.

I haven't seen
you
in over a
year,
and I think
it's
best for us
both
if you stayed
away.

I need someone
who
will tell me,
"It's
going to be
ok."
Even when it's
not.

They don't warn you
when you become
a writer
of the crippling
anxiety
that comes with
waiting for success  
to strike.
Sometimes I look back
and wonder how
I've gotten this far.

Going Christmas shopping you
worry
about lack of money
and
whether you'll buy the
right
presents for everyone; I've
found
out it's not the
price
tags that are sentimental
but
the thoughts and intentions
behind
gifts that resonate with
people.

Sitting alone in the
bookshop
while the outside rain
falls
being the only customer
in
the store as the
sound
of downpour soothes me
while
reading a good book
amounts
to the perfect dreary
day.

Somewhere,
someone knows you.
Somewhere,
someone likes you.
Somewhere,
someone needs you.
Somewhere,
someone loves you.

Have you ever
hurt so bad
you've said to
yourself, "I couldn't
feel this much
pain, could I?"
I've had beatings
a few times.
The sensation of
immense physical harm
reduces a man
to nothingness in
the sight of
God. Whatever remains
will make him
stronger or obsolete.
Either way, the
sensation of pain
will remain with
him forever and
to the grave.

My uncle bought
me
so many chicken
wings
I had to
ask
for a doggie
bag;

he purchased my
lunch
and dinner at
once.

I'm getting drunk
tonight,
so that I'll
forget
about you for
awhile.

A cracked
radiator
in your
car
is a
minor
setback, but
still

it keeps
us
from each
other;

and we're
lonely.

Gazing at a
photo
of my younger
self
I feel
able
to love the
inner child
who still
resides
within me.

I couldn't
perceive  
he was
joking
with me,
but
now I
understand
he's kidding
around
because we're
friends;

humor is
endearing.

Molly appeared so
lovely
that I could
feel
my heart beating
faster,

I haven't known
women
who got my
blood
pumping quite like
her;
in a long
time.

The Crux
of all poetry
is that it be
honest.
Don't waste your time
with fancy words,
long speeches,
or gaudy phrases.
Just be honest
about what
moves you
and the words
will come.

I can feel
wind
pass through the
top
of my head
because
I've gotten all
of
my hairs cut
short.

I'll go chasing
that
girl for the
rest
of my life,
if
that's what it
takes
to be with
her.

Will my
heart
be open
to
accept the
love
given to
me?

I don't
know.

Sometimes you look
at me with a twinkle in
your eye, and I blush.

Fretting about an imaginary
problem
is like a child
being
afraid of monsters hiding
in
the darkness of the
bedroom,
but you've got to
remember
simply turning on the
light
made all the boogeymen
go away.

Now, as an
adult,
just let the lightness
of
your inner being keep
you
from agonizing about pretend
crises.

Rubbing my body
underneath the soft fabric
makes me feel pretty.

Today we
drove
around town
as
one family
enjoying
the daylight
and
each other's
company;

we had
fun
in the
sun.

I've made a
date
with someone by
accident
and now I
can't
cancel this because
It'll
seem like I'm
being
a **** to
her.

Emotions were running
high
under the summer
sun,
but now I'm
glad
we didn't do
anything
to escalate the
tension
in that hot
car.

Oh, what a
relief
I'll feel when
we
drive out of
town
kissing this place
goodbye.

We ate thanksgiving
dinner
in a tiny
diner
hashbrowns and scrambled
eggs,
we weren't following
tradition
but I'm grateful
for
any meal I
share
with someone like
you.

My life
feels
like a
dream
that I
can’t
wake up
from.

These stitches loosening
reveal
my wounds have
healed;
demonstrating to me
even
the most invasive
incisions
have a capacity
to
be restored new
again.

My two
dogs
get so
excited
every time
we
go through
the
dairy queen
drive-thru
because they
always
receive icecream
Sundays;

who knew
canines
like frozen
treats?

All these maintenance
men
within my apartment
feel
like alien intruders
probing
inside of my
home.

Remember this whenever
it feels like all your efforts
are for nothing:
No matter what happens
all you can do is
try your best.
That's it.
Just try.
You'll fail sometimes,
succeeded otherwise.
As long as you try your best
you'll have no regrets.