She hurt herself so that
she could feel something else other than
her heart breaking.
She thought any pain
was better than the hole
that was in her chest.
Separating to halves of her soul.
She didn't want to break anymore.
So she cut her wrist and yelled in agony,
finally something to mask her pain.
Ironic isn't it,
while others cut just to feel something
she did it so that she couldn't feel anymore....
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Daddy Issues
Oh how I've waited
Every night as a little girl
I crawled up in a corner
with my head in my knees
and my heart in my stomach
I held the phone in my hand for hours
expecting to hear from you
Oh how I've waited
I've waited by the window
watching every plane fly by
I was young and naive but watching
fathers and their little girls made me cry
And Every night I thought maybe he's in that one
So I waited by the door
Falling asleep,
never...
Fixation
I sat down one day to contemplate on your beauty
I wanted to write a poem about it
to wrap up all the words in one stanza or two
I wanted it to rhyme and flow off my lips
I wanted to summarize your heart
In just a couple of word
Put together in a single verse
But your beauty is too grand for me to put In writing
There's no denying
I'm...
I'm simply Fixated on you
See if God put angels on this earth
That angel would be...
Time Travel
I want to look the past me in the eyes and tell her
to never love anyone more than you love yourself
But that isn't possible is it,
I mean it isn't possible to love yourself more than you love another human being right?
Because when you love you lose pieces of yourself
and you know damn well you'll never get those pieces back.
And each time your heart breaks
you become half of the half of what you used to be,
and the cycle continues until there's...
Masterpiece
She is beautiful,
standing in front of the mirror looking at herself
dissatisfied with what she sees,
but I see perfection.
The way her hair flows covering her face self consciously,
she doesn't know how beautiful she is,
but she radiates light through her smile.
The way her body curves like a winding road to my heart,
A body that I can hold and squeeze
to bring me down to earth to remind me that I'm alive.
Her beauty was the kind of beauty
that...
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
A Dying Love Story
She held him softly in a waltz pose
and whispered do you remember our first dance?
Flashes of their wedding day appeared in their minds,
but she remembered their actual first dance
in the rain he stopped the car to dance with her
simply because she had requested it.
She then said I wish we can go back there.
Not because he had failed her but
because she had failed him,
or maybe somewhere down their life together
they had failed...
Saturday, May 31, 2014
You're Beautiful
Find comfort in knowing that I see you for who you are
The not so obvious beauty
The raw you
Under the:
façade
Mask
And tears
I see your core
Through all the
Fire and storms
And man you are beautif...
Sunday, March 23, 2014
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