if a poet falls in
love with you be
prepared to be
written about

in every possible way
from the way your eyes
sparkle under the moon

to how your lips form
that ever-so perfect smile
it’s the little things that
poets write about

the little things about you
makes a poet want to write
and write until their hand breaks

When I heard the word romanticized
I questioned everything
I wondered if we were less then what I thought
Did I break my own heart?

I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck
I don't want this empty bed, or a text left unsent
I want a sip of coffee
That tastes just like you
I want the feeling of euphoria
One plus one doesn't have to equal two

maybe it's because i am not satisfied with who i am
maybe it's because i've fallen so from where i use to be
maybe it's because i let myself fall in love
maybe it's because i learned friendship, and trust, and hope and
with learning all these things, there was a consequence
a consequence that wasn't mine to serve
it's because after knowing what these concepts were,
it was impossible but to not notice their absence
i am not sad because of my unresolved trauma, i am sad because my coping skills were people and people leave
and sadness is present
sadness does not pause for you
sadness does not let you prepare
sadness rips into your chest and makes its home there
i'm sad because i'm not my own reason to live
i'm sad because i want to stay sad
because it's safe
because it's the only constant in my life

Missing You!©

When I am here, I miss being there
When I am there, I miss being here

When I am in solitude, I miss companionship
When I have companionship, I miss solitude

When I am single, I miss being in relationship
When I am in relationship, I miss being single

When I am working, I miss not working
When I am not working, I miss working

When I am in the city, I miss the countryside
When I am in the countryside, I miss the city

When it is winter and it is cold, I miss the summer
When it is summer and too hot, I miss the winter

When I am on the prairies, I miss the mountains
When I am in the mountains, I miss the prairies

When I am on the rim of the Grand Canyon,
I miss being at the bottom
When I am at the bottom of the Grand Canyon,
I miss the rim,

When I am on the ocean, I miss dry land
When I am on dry land, I miss the ocean

When I am flying, I miss the ground
When I am on the ground, I miss flying

When I am on the east coast, I miss the west coast
When I am on the west coast, I miss the east coast

Maybe what I am missing is the point of it all

Andreas Simic©

Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.

I'm sorry my mother
I'm sorry I can't continue
But my pain is way to great
And nothing will change my mind
I'm sorry my mother

I'm sorry my father
I'm sorry I'm not that strong
But I feel way to weak
And can't carry on
I'm sorry my father

I'm sorry my sister
I'm sorry we can't sing anymore
But my throat is too soar
And I cannot use my voice
I'm sorry my sister

I'm sorry my brother
I'm sorry I can't carry you
But my legs can't bear any more weight
And I am about to collapse
I'm sorry my brother

I'm sorry my uncle
I'm sorry no more jokes
But laughter is impossible for me
And I'm as silent as the grave
I'm sorry my uncle

I'm sorry my aunt
I'm sorry I can't hear more stories
But I can't take in more words
And my ears are bleeding
I'm sorry my aunt

I'm sorry my cousin
I'm sorry we can't share more memories
But the spark in me is gone
And I am simply a burden to you
I'm sorry my cousin