heartbreak

I summoned spirits and ghosts
in hopes of finding you
’cause maybe you had lost your heart
in the rages of this crazy world
where nobody really knows
what they’re doing
where they’re going
or who they really are

But not even they
dared set foot
in my den
after
the ravage
you had
left behind

………..all the walls broken into
all doors jolted open
every inch screaming your name
no corner free
the ceiling unhooked
the floor uprooted

what I had to do
with these
bare hands
what it took
to be
safe again

LOve
what is meant to be
always come back
will be
So they say

At least
our names will be called out together
when the last
of the broken hearts are named

I’m getting tired of this

I’m getting tired of this
Of your image kissing my eyes before the sunlight gets to

Of looking for you everywhere
Without seeing you all day

I’m getting
Tired of this.

How much of my sad eyes
Have ever done as little as haunt you
How much of my fragile heart has ever done as much as call on you

My bare shoulders
Take pride in knowing
You have something
Called a touch

But I am getting tired of this
Even the birds sing in a sadder tone
And you
You don’t even know

We remain solely

Pieces of us clash into one another and catch fire, burning away what is left unsaid, blessing our nostrils with the stench of crushed roses with honeybees.

I pull myself together, but every time two of my many pieces meet, it stings, sending my flesh off in a million more frenzies. I find myself looting the future of our happy memories, it seems I don’t have what it takes to take today with a smile. My beautiful smile you used to like so much.

I can’t wait for you until I am perfect, the day is dawning and night is leaving with every peace of mercy there was left for me. They say that sorrow lasts in the night, but turns into joy with the mornings. I have yet to turn my tides around.

Our pieces, remnants of the never ending us fly off together in flames. Clearing the path for you without me and me apart from you.

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Love says despite

She’s still
A beautiful girl with dreams….

When my heart ain’t enough 

The Father reminds me

There is much more I can give

In her dreams, her hands are open

All chains are broken

And the sky isn’t further to reach

She is still

A beautiful girl with dreams

When it’s hard to love

One love is ever enough

Reach to the Father

He is love for the broken

She’s still his daughter

If the doors to my heart aren’t open…….

She is still A beautiful girl with dreams

My hands may be small 

But for her love

heaven’s heart has been broken…

Sometimes it’s hard to stay committed to love. Growth and maturity both are a process and while we’re at it, we will go through hard times and often we will fail. But it’s important that the other party doesn’t give up. Doesn’t give up on love between two but also self-love. It doesn’t make it okay for me to hate you and snare you, but if I should lose myself and fall short, you are not supposed to sink. Sometimes people become so dependent on the love from others and meanwhile they haven’t developed their self-worth, that one little crash makes their world fall apart. Don’t let that happen to you. I have fallen short. I have been falling short a lot these days and in the future, some days I might still fall short. Because maturity and growth have different levels. But if others fall short on me, I will not sink. Not again. So I want to teach those that I love and those that I am not committed to, to love themselves first. 

Don't give up on me

Ailment

I wonder why you let your heart slip

and fall

Glide into this unknown, slippery shadow land of hurtful lies

I loved you, I did

I cared for you and my heart gave itself with my full consent

But you snatched your heart from me

after all those years of deliberately loving and sharing

Now I know the door of your heart was unlocked and that all the love I bestowed on you fell,

fell hard on the ground after your two hands got too full to hold against me. 

I still love you, I do

My heart is devastated at your brutal escape

I don’t know how and I don’t when, but I am hoping for your comeback. 

But while you’re at it; your pretentious revolution, I hope I learn how to meet you halfway, so all those

years, all my heart, all my love and my navel will not be to waste. 

I still love you, meat of my flesh.