I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.

You. The one I thought would stand by me no matter what but didn’t. You. The one that casts judgement as if you were perfect. You. The one that shuts me out over my mistakes. You. The one that ignores me for not living my life the way you expect me to. You. The one that assumes the worst not knowing the actual truth. You. The one that sought out to hurt me for your own satisfaction. You. The one that sowes discord against me. You. The one that gave up on me because I withdrew in my depression. You. The one that once loved me but now is a stranger. You. The one that holds unreasonable expectations of me. You. The one that holds my past over my head.

You. Yes. You broke me.

But then there is You.

You. The one that believes in me against all odds. You. The one that lifts my spirits just by being there beside me. You. The one that doesn’t expect me to have it together every minute and hour of the day. You. The one that hugs me against my wishes warming my heart. You. The one that brings a smile to my face ceasing my tears. You. The one that lays with me when I don’t have the strength to face the world. You. The one that still sees my purpose over my mistakes. You. The one that listens to me even when I don’t make sense. You. The one that is constant and persistent even when I push you away. You. The one that doesn’t forget to remind me that you care. You. The one that knows just what to say to help me. You. The one that stands by me no matter what. You. The one that loves me unconditionally.

You. Yes. You keep me together.

legs intertwined
body on body
flesh on flesh
heavy breathing

Sometimes, you have to
be strong for yourself.
You have to know and
realize that you're not a bad
person. You too deserve to
be loved and put on the top
list. Others need to fight for
you as well. You're not the only
one in there. You need to feel
important as anyone else.
If they don't fight for you, then
all what you have to do is to
move on and realize that
what you gave them was
more than what they were
willing to give to you.

I feel like i'm not any-
one's first choice. Neither their
favorite.

Even if people tell me i'm
important to them or i mean
a lot to them, i know there's
always someone they prefer
to be with. Someone they
choose over me.
And that hurts.

                                                         ­     A lot.

you lost her.
and now she lights up the night
time sky for her new lover cause
he recognized her as the moon.

and you envy him. she could've
been your moon, but you were
too busy chasing the dimly lit
stars.

one day you're going to see her
holding hands with someone who took
your chance. she won't even notice you because
she's too busy laughing with the jokes he makes. and it
will burn your heart seeing that smile on her face and realizing that
you're not the reason anymore. and then it will finally hit you:
it was her, it was always her.