I found you broken
I found you hurt
I offered you my heart
You threw it in the dirt
I offered you my life
You just acted like a fool
You can't be my wife
I am not a funny tool
At first you were so much caring
But now I'm not worth your time
Love found you but you blocked it
For no reason but for some ****
Filled in your head
Why do we love who don't care about us
Is it stupidity or our blindness
I thought you were an angel of mine
Now I don't like you
I don't like your design
Sadly, I miss you most of time.

"you can't just
touch my soul
and leave"

Excuse my ***** mouth, but
*******.
******* for leaving me alone
******* for not making time
******* for being too self absorbed to realize you're pushing everyone who cares about you away in the process
******* for thinking I would be okay
**** your for taking away my voice and making everything I say seem invalid
******* for standing there when you could've done something
******* for making me feel helpless and not worth your time

*******.
Sorry for the ***** mouth.

and due to unfortunate circumstances, i woke up this morning.

My friends describe me
as a man of few verbal words.
Funnily, the words are chosen
poorly for someone who
thinks so much about what
a person should and shouldn't say.

Last year, a classmate told me
she would get at least three words
out of me before our study group
quit for the night. I responded,”You lose”.

Fire sleeps within all 
the brightness makes the darkest shadows seem small 
can you feel the embers burning? 
and what will fan the flame? 
  
Embers rise high with a gust 
dancing ashes pays tribute to beauty 
of fire purifying all it will touch 
as if fulfilling natural duty. 
  
The longer it goes, the flames go higher 
and that feeling of madness, lust, and desire 
brings us to where we are, 
the kindling point of star-fire.