You were once here, I had a bite of bliss and now I'm left with the bitter taste.

 I miss you.

The Disposition

The things you say are not what upset me.
What upsets me is the unnerving truth
That I would never say anything like such to you.

You make my days easier with your mood. Your being is as essential as the moon.

Priceless

Loving you has been my greatest gift.
A gift I cannot match.
But I'll spend every sense I have
trying to pay you back.

I am trying
but you have tried me
too many times.
I am traumatized
by my tries and
by your lies,
it is becoming more than I can handle.

Past is Not the Past

I know you didn't want to hurt me, but it doesn't make the hurting less.
I know you were trying to protect me, but somehow you left me to be damaged.
I know your intentions were well, but why am I so afraid?
I know this isn't what you wanted, but then goddamn why did you let it happen?

I Can't Be Broken...I Already Tried

It's not easy.
I should have only lasted
a couple of weeks.
I wasn't born strong.
Or maybe I was,
born solid,
but carved weak.
Yet, years later,
I'm still here.
The carvings,
still here.
God knows I have my moments.
I often find myself to be
behind the shavings.
But I guess the sharp edges
couldn't reach the center
because I'm
still here.

Resurrect Me

In our short time together, I felt a lifetime of love
Since our goodbye, I've been lifeless

Another Rainy Day

As a storm convinces us each time that it has swallowed the sun,

I know this goodbye is not forever.

The Final Act.

the blowing leaves on the trees
roar like an audience encouraging me
to give them my all
to give them all of me,
the performance of my life.
I will give them a show alright.
If they want to see something life changing,
I'll show them.
But when I look back up
the leaves are motionless
and all I see are parts of myself
in the freshly fallen raindrops dripping
down my window.
My audience is gone
but it is too late now,
the show must go on.

Feels Like Yesterday

I don't want to let go
I won't let go.
This pain is a privilege.
Your eyes have dried
But I keep mine watered.
I haven't forgotten what the goodbye felt like
I feel it every night.
What you don't know can't hurt you
But I chose to let it kill me.

Nobody's Burden

And as I bend my knees far enough till I feel the crash of the tiled floor, as tears bleach my cheeks sending chills stampeding throughout my skin, and as every inhale sucks back in the dreadful attempts of exhaling the pain out, I convince myself again that help is unnecessary.

Best for You Best for Me

Distance means being torn by my need to feel needed by you and my desire for you to live without desiring me.