my problems started
the day you left me to die
with my own thoughts full of regret.
why did you leave me alone
to suffer and go through
this suffering I'm still going through.

I was broken and I still am,
can't be mended or fixed.

There's beauty
in containment-
which is only
liberation-
permission to
let go
and
defy
design

I'm a field of
wildflowers
in a
vase
and I couldn't be
more free.

She has emotions she doesn't know how to express
In a crowd she stands out among the rest
Her presence is a gift
Her smile and laugh is one of a kind
and that's really hard to find
But she's scared and alone in a world she can't call her own
Her friends think they understand her but they don't
She's a mystery box 24/7
How many times does she really think about hell or heaven
She has perfect imperfections
a beautiful complexion
But is self conscious to those who show her affection
She has so many thoughts that are unthinkable
Mirrors and cameras make her hide
It's gonna be a long ride
But we all hold on tight
Because we all know that's right
And as she sits there in the middle of the night
She fights
She's a warrior and she has no clue
But the amount of stuff she's been through-
She's a fighter and much stronger then we all think
But when she comes around everything seems to be in sync

Broken lips, I smile inwardly,
watching you amongst the books.
Wanting you.

Internally, I ridicule my fascination for you,
I mock my lust.
I see the other men just like me.
I see them everywhere, all wanting you.
I hate relating to them.
I hate wanting you.

You posses a designer desire,
like ******* you is all the rage.

Everyday we all see your face
in every newsstand, on every front page,
but only because we all look.
Only because we all want.

And it's me crawling in the dirt like a worm,
it's me licking the doorknobs of every bar in town,
shoving fistfuls of knotted hair down my own throat
from every shower drain in every filthy run down
apartment complex covering this ******* city.

And it's me still wanting you,
sick with the want,
driven mad with the want,
dying wanting.

Poor from the late fees
for books I just can't
bring myself to return.

Buildings full,fools pass through some run,afraid of walking through.

Deception afternoon lies within blue skies and tall buildings love is what it all seems.

Small planet with big souls,worth more than the planet itself.

Wisdom I've seen,I've striped minds for self-satisfaction finding who I am through a dream,finding peace through meditation and every teen imitates what they see through a broken screen.

The world has paused and I stand in the middle asking  myself ,why do I feel like I have a big head in this small planet.?

i'm feeling out of touch.
maybe i feel too much...
my heart was yours to clutch,
but you've let that go.

what have you done to me?
this has not been easy.
you want me back, but honestly
i've let you go too.

It's quiet,
I stare out the window,
you walk up,
clear skies turn to storms.

You're dangerous,
your touch turns me to stone,
you're as cold as ice,
never feeling remorse.

Now you walked away,
the skies are still dark,
and the air around me is silent,
and my heart broken.