Some of the most
Intelligent people I know
Are the ones who really
Believe that they aren’t
Capable of being loved
This just goes to show
That sometimes logic
Isn’t really logical at all
Habitual
I had to learn
To leave my
Bad habits behind
And darling
You were
The worst habit
Of them all
I Love You
You didn’t
Fill the voids
You took my hand
And showed me
How to fill them
And let me continue
This journey
On my own time
With my own decisions
And that is why
I love you
Decisions
It’s easier
To come and go
Than it will ever be
To stay
That is at least
What he has shown
I have known
No other way
Note to Self
A deliberately cruel moment it is
To realize you are tasked with
Using a quick tongue
Often left unheard in the moments
You wish to be the loudest
That voice stuck inside you
Trapped by your own doing
Yet written for the world to read
You will find the lessons and words
You give to those around you
Are not meant for
The stranger on a screen
But the stranger in your reflection
These moments are yours
Mixes
I see you in blues
And sorrowful hues
Of colors that I've
Yet to touch
But I'm painting red
In a picturesque bed
I'm a lover who won't
Leave you much
You come seeking the truth
For a devilish youth
You believe I will use
As a crutch
A sin more than once
It was never enough
To let blue and my red
Ever touch
Unconditional
Let me hold you
When life provides
Burdens that are
Too heavy to bear
Lean on me
With all of the hurt
And I will find love
In every tear
