too much history, where there was pain.
so much strength, where I have strained to find you.
with all that we have lost, together.
I, myself have gained boundless measures within this life.

  Simple to count...
                                                        ­                             family
                                            boots
        ­                                                           coffee
         love
                                                            ­                                               books
                             winter
                                                          ­       mystery
        long nights
                                                          ­                             city lights
                                                  fog
    ­                                                            exper­ience
            music
                                         ­                                                     great films
                               cherries
                                                        ­   fall
                                                            ­                                 peaches
               mangoes
                                                         ­            the future
                                  poets
                  ­                                                                 ­             and their poetry.

We are not the names we carry.
We are the years we wear.
We are not cursed creatures.
We are not our bodies.
We are infinite certainties.

What pulsates, in here?
All of life, a carmine boom,
In a stark blue room.

Ice will chill, but blood is warm
Racing, chasing blues away,
Begging love and happiness to stay.

Red, forever reigns
Scarlet heart shall overrule the gloom
In this forsaken, sharp blue room.

In you, I trust
but leave you, I must
this is all just too much
you left me with my heart to clutch
My insides tumble
your name, I mumble
You left me like a wreck
and got me like what the heck?
Expectations, *expectations, expectations
You were supposed to be my inspiration
but all you ever was my expectation
Now leave you, I must
In you, I no longer trust
You broke it with your own hands
for you only show up with demands
I was never a friend to you
because you're only here when YOU feel blue
You kept trying to convince me that it's true
that you actually care
but here I am saying "It's not fair."
because I can't say no to that look on your face
You always change the pace
I guess it's time
I no longer believe that this will ever sublime

Leave you, I must
*In you, I no longer trust

The possibilities within dreams
The emotions moving like streams
A capture to someone’s heart
The offer of hope
Struggle bearing, but with encouragement to cope
Through believing, there’s survival
Eyes of the sunshine, there will be light
The beauty of vision having outgoing sight
The thought, “Throughout any illness struggle, have a smile during while, as intervention being God’s style”
The inspiration captivating
A comfort being sustaining
Breath being the new tomorrow
Having morrow, but don't stay in sorrow
Spread the good news of the new day
Your hand lifted up to glory all the way
A wish writer having a reason to write
Hope in any situation
Celebration being any occasion
One wish being a skies kiss
Heavens look down being no miss
Wish high and well
Your testimony will surely tell.

Forgiveness is the art of letting go of pain.
Pain which left you scarred.
like skin burnt with fire.

It is the art of forgetting.
Forgetting the one who betrayed you.
Left you to be fed to the dogs.

It is the art of loving.
The one who did you wrong.
Without looking back.

It is the art of hoping.
Hoping amidst the darkest of nights.
For the suns first rays of light.

But one thing is for certain.
The scar will always show.
The scar of burnt skin.

Empty hearts and broken promises
It's like you left me in a daydream
All I remember is that it hurts
A never ending storm inside my chest
Each spout of thunder crushing my bones
There's puddles in my memory that I keep tripping into
Drowning in the idea that you might come back
That things could be better this time