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
Dedication
His eyes flicker
Back and forth with concern
As he carefully places
Intricate lines
Fiddling with dimensions
Playing with spaces
He is the master
Behind this craftsmanship
His passion in his work
Is something not even I
Could ever be the muse of
Map
I will take you with me
Wherever I go
On a journey moving forward
To let my love show
You do not have to join me
But I need you to know
That you'll always be here
As I start to pave this road
Resurgence
I woke up in a path of destruction. Fumbling about, I gathered myself and assessed the situation.
Wait, where am I?
I blinked a couple times but nothing appeared lucid as I rubbed my eyes for clearer visionary understanding.
How long have I been here?
Clouds of smoke billowed around me and an unfamiliar terrain seems to surround me.
Have I been here before?
Directions
Do you believe
That when the river
Of vicissitude
Passed between us
That we had a choice
To sink or float?
I wanted to survive
I held onto that hope
Turning Tables
He wanted
To fall in love
With a poet
To be the
Inspiration
Behind the most
Beautiful pieces
And here I am
Writing the most
Painful words
He has ever been
The source of
Pearls
Happiness comes
In many different forms
Though my favorite
Happens to be your smile
What's Mine Is Yours 