it's ironic to realize that it is actually
the happiest moments that carves the
deepest scars.

i'm sorry if i can't live up to what you expect
i tried so hard to be close to your 'perfect'

but i can only handle so little,
so i am sorry if all i can bring you is a lot of disappointments that you can't handle

and i find myself asking,
*why do we love?

she was a puzzle in a piece of art
painted down on an empty canvas
as splatters of different colored ink
completing a masterpiece  that cannot be understood
by all **** means
and yet there he was staring,
a tear falling from his eye,
as it pierced through every little parts
of his broke down soul

sometimes i surprise
even myself –
with the amount of pain
i'm willing to endure
just to be with you.

"and if you ever find me lost", she said
"tell them to find me at sea, because that is where my soul will surely be."

but I know,
that the only reason that we're together,
is because you see her in me,
but I want you to remember,

and he loved her more
as he watched her listen
to the stories the moon
illuminates.

i could be the sun,
i'd burn myself just to see you shine,
but a love like that is toxic.

and such painful truth is that
the greatest stories are the most tragic ones

old scars don't hurt as much
because you learned to grow
accustomed to the pain.
but just because it hurts less,
doesn't mean you're not hurting.

we take too much of very little things
just to satisfy our never ending cravings
we give too little of what we have too much
because that's how we work,
*us, selfish human beings

i say as i watch my childhood
disappear in front of my eyes

but would the world
believe these good intentions
if you've already been
labaled to as someone
with a bad reputation?

because only by then
would this seem so real;
that though I am alive,
my soul no longer rests here.

and after everything,
and even despite anything,
you still have every right to be happy.
remember that.

sometimes
the best thing we can do
for the people we love,
is to let ourselves
be loved by them
without question.

different colored cups,
different seasoned tea,
what a wonderful beauty,

and the sad thing was that
i was too busy learning about life
that I never had the chance to live it as I should.

Our truth is that we live to write,
and we write to live.

but this is reality,
it does not matter if I love you this much,
because in the end - I can only look at you from afar

the demons;
the scars;
they are all real,
yet they seem to say
that they are only
living inside her head.
they say that insanity
has got the best of her,
when in truth:

it was reality that drove her under.

you are love
and chaos
at the same time

No, but mamma
I am not just an echo
of who you used to be.

“You’re a good man.” He said while leaving.

And I stood there as a tear fell down my eyes. I had left my home because I was unbecoming more and more myself each day. I was afraid that the evil inside had completely swallowed me whole so I ran away. Leaving, thinking I was the devil, and yet here he was – a stranger, telling me that he sees something good left in me that remained, and my heart hurts because I wanted nothing more than to believe him.

and as it turns out,
i am but a poet only
of the circumstance;

I have laid out my canvas for you
thinking you filled it with colors
when you only made it blue

i have a terrible habit
of ruining the things
i don't want to ruin.

oh and everything is slowly ending,
but i don't know how to
start saying goodbye;

but if i choose to stop it altogether,
can you be the first one to let me go?

i hate my weight
and all my weighted thoughts

loud thoughts -
silent tears.

there are happy endings,
and endings that stand
as beginnings,
but sometimes
there are simply just —
endings.

If I could do it all over again,
I'd still choose to have my heart
taken by you
no matter how many times its
bound to break

the world is a judge,
and I am the accused.
no trials were held.
but the verdict was guilty.

i want to be
the kind of poetry
that ignites a flame
in other people's heart,
like the way you did mine

it's 3am —
and the only demons alive
are those inside my mind