if you focus on the best of life it will be created to you
and if you focus on the worst that will be created to you too

the better part of last-minute
and i spend it staring at your lips;
the poems spill out of your mouth
and stain my hand-me-down rug;
as if our brokenness is compatible,
my masochism needs company
and you are eager to disappoint.
the tongues and whispers of secrets
in a cyclical nature; i have been here before.
the familiarity the fear the focus:
the fallacy of finding love in an empty heart.

She left me with a bouquet of
flowers that never bloomed,
and a muse with bleeding
verses that never rhymed

At nights when her name
is dancing on my tongue,
I hunger for the cherries
she once promised to feed me

What happens to a broken promise?

Does it sting
like a bee?
or creates a wound
and leaves a scar?
Does it die in the heart
or grow as a seed

Maybe it just lives
like a ghost

Or it creates strangers?

let me play you the symphony of grief
with the rhythm of breaths you will never take
and a chorus of your final words
telling me that you love me

let me play you the symphony of grief
your melodic union with gravity,
in harmony with my desperate pleas
begging Him to let me follow you

let me play you the symphony of grief
as they pulled me from your embrace
to the beat of my breaking soul
that our promise could not be kept

let me play you the symphony of grief
hear the echoes of our laughter
matching the tune of the sirens
come to collect your lifeless body

let me play you the symphony of grief
drowned in this deafening silence
made of all the feelings left unguessed
and filled with words still unconfessed

When critics roar
parceling out every error,
weakness, & poor decision
keep breathing,
           count,
meditate;
wander out
& watch the sunrise,
study Her wonder as light curls
from pale rose
to a ravishing blush;
pull kindness
from your pocket,
drop its gilded edge
into others' palms,
smile at glimpses of promise,
allow tears, too, to come
for feeling is the opposite
of a walking death;
don't retreat
from today's pain;
a blistered heart stings
& you may suffer
for a while,
but the beauty of hurt
is that it also heals-
given time

Darling!
We never promised
Forever together.
But, somewhat we
Both know, other
Than us our hearts
Will stay together
Forever.