I wear my
Emotions on my sleeve
Like a straight jacket
The quietest
Person in the room
Yet he writes
With the LOUDEST VOICE
If you knew me
By person
I’m a man of few WORDS
BUT MY POETRY SPEAKS
VOLUMES
MY EMOTIONS ARE THE RAW AND
HONEST TRUTHS
OF A LONELY MAN TRYING TO
FIND HIS WAY TO GREENER PASTURES

you touched my hand.
and it felt like
it wasn't the first time --
it was like
your fingers already knew
my own,
in some kind of
quiet before.

what people say lately
the compliments
give me a headache

i think too much
was my makeup too much?
did i overdress? underdress?

but why should i torture myself
with such unimportant questions?
i am pretty.
and i deserve it.

my most toxic trait is thinking

     everything will work out.


haven't died yet

     must be doing something right or

getting very lucky.

I will be with you
My friend
Every single day
Supporting you daily
That is not a lie
We are both good friends
And we have
The same believes
I can't hardly believe that
Also we treat each other with respect
We never once mistreat each other
Because that would be the wrong thing to do
And we don't deserve that
We need to work on our friendship
Because I want it to last a long time
We would be lost in the world
If we didn't had each other

Sleep gently, heart full of questions.
You’re not more than you are.
But you are enough.

I have mountains to share,
but I’m not yet kind enough to myself
to lay them off my shoulders.