Poeting ur way back to the fold is just twice as tantraus as u relive the traumatized memory again again till your hand goes numb and your pen goes dry

I am wise not by the choices i made but i am wise because of  the crosses I bear

Oh,I have sinned solemnly i have but not even once did i fall off the path of the righteous.
For my definition of righteous lies in my heart
I don't expect anyone to understand.

Here they stand expecting hell to rip me apart.
For my soul bears the mark of thy titans,something keeps tells me i will not dwindle like those
rotting in there for
their sins.

No
I am not angry anymore.
I no longer feel the void that pitches in when people leave.
I no longer fight for what's rightfully mine.
I stopped, I stopped just to listen.
Now here I found what was missing for so long.
The peace that i deserve never really belonged out there it always belonged in here
Within my mind within my solitudE

There is form of an obsession which is an actual aberration that makes you feel as if
there is a music you've never heard
there is silence like you've never seen
there is a violence that you can never perceive
there is an impulse
an impulse that impeccably imprints itself on each other
they are like the two faces of a coin one doesn't mean anything without the other
oh.. oh did i say two (:(  they are one

this aberration,this aberration, goes by  the name
Love

things might have changed
people who promised to stay forever might have been the first ones to
leave
everything you cherished might start to feel poisoned
everything you thought of settling for has now become irrelevant
everything you love becomes so distant
you feel as if the person you are is not the person who you were
ha.... here you are my friend getting yourself ready to startover
but not as like last time with nothing left
but with everything that could drive you
farther higher and longer than last time..

There might have been a million different ways in which we could have ended up peacefully
but
we chose...
we chose to suffer
we chose to inflict pain
we chose to grind our hearts till it
girth ed a pinnacle
we chose to let our souls rip itself apart
just because we couldn't
accept the truth that we loved each other more than  
everything and everyone that has ever come
into our life
we chose to ruin each other darling
we chose that
and here we are brooding over

The mind is a walled sanctum
That preserves every hate every joy every guilt and every moment that we live
not because it has to but because we need the reminiscence of the past
not in order to get stuck there
but in order to move forward.

It is a reminder that the person you were,
for the people you had,
in the habitat you flourished,
no longer has the competency to hold you
what you had is gone
  what you have is gonna be nothing like what you had.
and its about time that you
Move Forward