The Almost

The candle has three wicks, but only one catches the fire. It doesn't shine bright, but it burns slow. It only reaches one third of its potential, but it is far from anything but beautiful. It keeps me warm.

Why Aren't You Scared?

But what if I deserve this. Oh I'm sorry, to answer your question, maybe it's because I think I deserve this. Maybe I accept this punishment.

Addict

If you want, I'll go. But my heart, can't leave where it made a home. It'll stay loving you, you just won't know.

I Thought They Were the Same

Why is it that each day I get closer to my dream, I get further from you?

Don't say it's just a phase when you look at me that way.

Pessimism in Optimism

It has taken a long time, and maybe I am delusional about it, but I am me and it's not the worst thing to be.

 I can finally say I'm alright. I know there is a better version of me to become and I'll work on it, but you shouldn't be in love with the hope of me becoming that version. You should love the version of me now, and the bad versions;

 the version that sometimes is too tired and depressed to get up and throw away old coffee cups,

 the version that forgets that there is a world outside of my conflicting mind,

 the version I used to be three years ago when I found solace in anything with a sharp edge,

 the version that would rather let people take advantage of my kindness then restrain it.

 You should love it all and with that love

 I'll become that better version

 inevitably.

Troubled Waters

Why is it that when something sad and unfortunate happens, we let it linger in our blood and sulk in its depths? We drown in the sadness we created and are lucky if we find enough strength to swim up for just one gasp of air.
But when something great happens, we grab it like a seashell and then throw it back in the ocean in hopes of one with less cracks or bigger size, waiting to see what some other wave can give us. Never holding on to what once made us happy and stuck wondering what we did to deserve such misfortune.