Headaches.
Wounds that left a scars.
Flowing tears dried my body.
Unable to walk nor talk.
Hopeless.
Such a pathetic.
Nameless.
Almost breathless.
But still alive.
In between life and death.

It's not you
    I promise
What I say is true
      He never deserved
           You

     It's not your fault
           I know for a fact
      Trust me
             You are better
          Than a boy like that

It's for the best
       Please,
    Believe me
          He'll do it to the next girl
       And the next
            And next
      You'll find your one
          In this world

        It's time to breathe
             Have faith in what
          I'm saying to you
      This might just be
                Poetry
          But I was cheated on too

It's time to believe
      You're worth more than
   You can see
           No more tears, please
      He's not worth your pain
             You're gorgeous
       And you're NOT to blame

     It's for the best,
              It's not you
          Please,
    Just Breathe.
          Believe me,
  Cause I've made it through.
         I know,
      What I say is true.
             Cause
         **I was cheated on too.

To fall in and out of this drunken web we weave
Time goes by slower than desired
you still need to find what you desire
Because you won't find it in what we have conspired

I am not the dot on your radar
I am the spot you missed in the grass
I am your friend
but that grass continues to grow
and love is not what embraces it to such a mass

Silence is said to be golden
because it is simply a reiteration of things
that have the properties of being broken
What do your silent spells tell me
that my pauses in speech have not already spoken?

You are fire and I am water
But we are not blissfully ignorant
no, this is not an indie movie
we are opposites
but they do not attract
they distinguish the other
water makes fire smother
and water evaporates into its brother

You are a flame being kindled by the desires of youth
and I am waters flowing through all walks of life
with eyes of a learned elder.
I observe, you do, I observe you,
I intrigue you, You act upon you.

I flow and you burn
We are opposites that don't attract
This isn't a dream, but we can surely act
I have a beautiful mind
You have a beautiful body
and you have such a hollow tact

We both have passions
Mine compassion, yours politics
Mine genuine, yours manipulative
Emotions are art, emotions are toys
Find your heart in clever decoys

I see your core
Yes, it's beautiful
but your afflictions have it so clouded
that you are pushing me away
You need to sort out your clouds
You need to act
I need to observe.

Hey man listen, it’s not at all what you think
There’s so much more you can do and be
The question for you is, why is it that you’ve stopped?
A climber can never quit so close to the peak

An invisible journey, a growth towards the sky
Like a tree in the field, as the sun passes by
Taking each opportunity, to achieve some growth
A relentless being is the tree, who never cries nor hopes

We are merely seeds, in the whole scheme of things
To self actualize is the prize in this divine disguise
For divinity is, the sight through the dark and cloudy
look around, is what you see a beautiful reality?

There’s a man with a hole
that goes straight through his soul
and it’s open for all to see.

Just ask and he’ll tell
every joy, every hell,
and how it all came to be.

He will tell you unbidden;
no secret is hidden;
and he’ll speak with a gleam in his eyes

But he hides in the shells
of the stories he tells;
each story a cunning disguise.

It’s easy to heal
when all that you feel
is bared like a page in a book,

but the depth of a hole
in a broken man’s soul
depends on how deeply you look.

Each story’s a mask
with the ultimate task
of hiding the tears at the seams.

Tears in the heart
are bad for a start
but there’s nothing like tears in your dreams.