Humans are programmed
to find bitterness repulsive,
for most poisons are bitter

Boy,
I wish I hadn't conditioned myself
to loving bitter flavors;
as I drank unsweetened black tea
and bit into dark chocolate

Maybe then, I wouldn't have
ignored the bitter aftertaste
your lips left on mine

Tell me
the first thought of your day
and the last prayer
in your night

tell me what shapes
you see in the clouds

and which songs
keep playing in your head

tell me about
your recurring dreams

tell me about the scents
that take you back

tell me how long
you can look at me
before breaking eye contact

tell me why you
sigh in elevators

then tell me how you keep
your feet warm in the winter

tell me when your tears
rushed uncontrollably

tell me which mistakes
you appreciate
and which ones
you try to ignore

tell me
and I promise you
I won't try to fit your
pieces like a puzzle

I promise you
I will treat
your every block
like a masterpiece

People often talk of events,
but rarely of their sequence

I firmly believe that the past
prepares for the present
and the present
prepares for the future

and if the present came to you in the past
you will fall on the ground
and bleed all the prayers known to man

your eyes are constantly crying
removing all dirt from your eyes, dear
don't let anyone shame you
for over-lacrimation at times

Remember that its never more
than you can bear
and that your hunchback
may look like poor lifestyle choices
to some-
but I know
your back is adapting
to the weight it has
to carry

the body is strong,
but the mind is stronger,
denial is a strong weapon
don't let anyone tell you
its a weakness

Drop me like a beat
Stomp me underneath your feet
like you're happy and you know it.
Empty yourself from me
Throw me like I'm the rain to your cloud
weighing you down
And I will fall like the fast and heavy rain.
But I will not come down crashing
I will come down splashing.
I will be the soothing mist that covers windows
I will travel with rivers as the wind blows
In winter, like a snowflake, I'll freeze
Children will play with me
And I will take any form I please.

With every deep wound
comes the gushing blood
; and with every drop of blood,
comes the ink for your poetry

I cannot replace your mother's essence
I cannot fill the void
nor deny it's presence.
I cannot expect myself to abolish your desolation
nor can I pretend to comprehend your situation.
All I can do is
pray that you find
the love you lack
within your own disposition.