Hi there,
I just wanted to tell you that
I'm happy your hurting because of me
Cause now you can see the monster
trampling through your Thicket of Thoughts
just like I told you would happen

The GPS of my heart went in a different direction
one I knew it would
but you didn't trust me
or maybe you trusted my too much when I said
I love you?

I can't love a memory.
and you reminded me of what I could be
and you reminded me of what I am.

Sincerely,
The Boy who warned you

sometimes the things we say
mimic the things we do
i know that I
lie too much and
everything just seems to

wash away when you're around
only when I miss you does
nothing makes sense
to me

you're
over but you're still
underwater

You and I
can't stop this
stupid attack upon
each other's poems
like a frostbitten
tongue lashing out
foolishly to the
cold.

You and I
can't leave the
past to be
the past because
then your burnt
lips would heal
and neither of
us like healing
because healing means
forgetting.

You and I
can't keep this
thing we have
going because when
I write about
the things I
did and do
I just can't
bring myself to
care about you
again because I'm
an inferno
and a simple
******* storm
be it rain
be it snow
be it love

Isn't going to
put out the inferno

But thanks for trying.

Before I met you
I thought that
poetry was just
a collection of words,
that music was just
a collection of sounds,
that art was just
a collection of
shapes, colours and stokes
that life was just
a series of
years, breaths and steps
Indeed, I see things differently now
Through you, I am reborn