I was proud of myself,
When I shakily took the blade
Away from my wrist
Because I couldn't stand it
If I started cutting again

Did you forget all of me was inside you?
I only used your holes for my spare parts
At first-until each ounce I extracted
Now, looking in the mirror asking-who?
I think I lost myself inside of you
I can't retrieve now that you've retracted
You've broken me with your breach of contract
I used to see color, now only blue.
Love or life, I wonder which is the greater loss?
Is ownership a prerequisite of grief?
If so, my pain I am not entitled.
Although relieved I am of albatross
I'm now racked with curs'd thoughts of that thief
Alone, sans my resource for survival.

If love is matter then it must have three states, so do I believe,

If love is solid then it must be a fruit, how sweet the taste,
We love it,
We eat it,
We want it, we need it,
How delicate, how adorable, every season it comes in new types,
But if not consumed will certainly rot,

If love is a liquid, then it must be water, found everywhere,
We dig wells to find it,
We cook with it,
Bath with it,
How precious the liquid is,
But if left in open will evaporate,

If love is gas,
Then it must be oxygen,
We breathe it,
We can't see it but need it
We know it exist but, can't touch it...

If love is matter then it must have three states, so I do believe,

It’s a **** good thing
I didn’t have a rich dad.
I would probably have
Had more woes than I had.
I would have missed
Opportunities to learn
And how many ends of
A candle one can burn.

I might have bought
My way out of mistakes
And would have skipped wisdom
One gets from bad breaks.
I might have gotten out of
Some lessons one needs
And given myself over
To haughtiness and greed.

A rich dad might have relished
Values that shouldn’t be taught
Like cheating and swindling
And the fun of not being caught.
I might have learned lying
About who and what I am.
Maybe how to look good outside
While inside being a total sham.

I might have learned to be
Like the in-crowd and flaunt;
Revere the rich and the famous
And deride those in want.
I had my troubles as it was
And managed to ***** up enough.
I rose above my shortcomings
Possibly because life was rough.

i never felt alone when i was with you
i always felt at home

i isolated myself from everyone else
i paid no one mind but you

and now that you have left me
i realize how alone i am

i am so alone
with so little trust

and i have no one to blame
but myself

i will learn to heal
and learn to let people in

but it is so hard
when all i have known is you.

Pain is not what we feel
But who we are.