It's clear that you love me
But i don't understand why
After the things I have done
And all times I made you cry
I've let you down many times
And put those tears on your face
I hate myself for creating you pain
Along with all your disgrace
I cannot fathom how you felt
Each time your heart was broke
The pain and shame you hid
Behind depressions dark cloak
You stood up for me each time
Even knowing I was in the wrong
Your love must unconditional
And it's grace I do not belong
You should have someone deserving
Who won't be the reason you to cry
This is difficult because I love you
But it time that I say goodbye
I can't let myself break your heart
I've done it too many times before
I need to separate myself from you
So i can never sadden you anymore
I’ll take
The bitter with the sweet
Thank you
(9/17/25)
a dark cloud hangs over my fragile heads
my past reflects awkwardly in a broken mirror
in the garden of love my flowers are wilted
love seeps from the gaping hole in my hearts
you removed the ground beneath my feet
making me drift aimlessly without direction
and below me, a bottomless abyss that leads nowhere
yet for long I kept my candle burning in the wind
you moved with the shadow my love had cast
leaving my light to falter without its shade
my feet sank in quicksand, escape impossible
while you stood with a wry smile, soaking my joy
but I have forgiven you for your cruel hatred
without which I might have rotted in a prison of grief
and missed the soothing balm of God’s healing needles
gradual, yet bringing warmth to my bleeding heart
Let go. Move on.
Please no, not gone.
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You never smile when I see you
I never frown when I meet your eyes.
It seems to me that our story is over
We meant it when we said goodbye.
A broken heart is capable of destroying
With ease the essence of being a man
Making it impossible for you to function
As it lays waste to your life's plan
Then slowly it begins to steal away
Your purpose and also your will to live
Continuing it's raid until you're depleted
In a longer have anything you can give
Your friends start to distance themselves
You believe its because you wear a frown
The truth is sinister and harder to believe
They're afraid you will pull them down
When you have nothing to call your own
In the world has labeled you as a bum
Even your family will create some space
Quietly ashamed of what you've become
A broken heart only has one desire in life
And that's to be able to hold you down
And the people you believed once cared
Ignore you and no longer come around
And then one day you realize you're alone
And nobody's there to lend you a hand
Your broken heart is trying desperately
To hold you forever under its command
Will you be able to stop from falling
To the deepest depths of this living hell
Will you be able to mend your broken heart
Or be another sad story that people will tell
Pocket-Gazes
Night depressed—
black spirits, spiders,
demanding, retorting,
an empty vessel, titanic with trauma.
A downturned smile, flagellate,
disillusioned, demoted, disinterested—
dystopian dysmorphia.
Dolls.
Masks.
Spills.
Blood.
Oxygen.
Water.
Decaying. Degrading. Devolving.
Despair, disaster, disappointment—
disappear.
The lexicon collapses inward,
a ladder whose rungs only fall.
Sand sighs. Water shifts.
Hands disembodied.
Faces detached,
checked out.
I flail,
a swimmer drowning in a teaspoon.
Watermelon empathy—
bloated, barren.
A clock face melting, Dalí’s sky.
I am Picasso’s fractured mouth.
I am Van Gogh’s shell-ear,
smashed on the rocks.
Amy Winehouse cries, hollow,
vodka-veined, restrained
inside a music box.
Maya’s muteness.
Florence’s failure.
Mary Seacole’s poverty.
Nightingale’s lamp guttering.
Angelou’s song stilled.
Seacole’s hands trembling empty.
Yet outward—
instead of inward,
instead of into my pocket-gazes—
there might be,
just might be,
a shimmer of stardust,
a touch of moonlight.
Hope, a dot of light
in a cavern of dark.
And yet,
it illuminates the sky.
I didn't know all this time it was wrong
To have feelings so soon, so strong,
Until I lived through a chain sequence
Of swinging between lust and limerence.
I didn't know people would be so shallow
About matching with me: leaving me hollow.
I carried myself through every heartache,
I consoled myself each time in a new take.
I didn't know I was being innocently lead on,
With how each of them came and gone.
I sit alone in my room, wondering why,
Was it me or just because they were "shy?"
I didn't know how hard it is to find love,
How hard it is to pursue them without shove.
I'll always grieve my losses in romance,
But I know one day I'll have my chance.
You never cared about me really.
It hurts to finally open my eyes and see.
Now I just feel so stupid and lonely.
I am nothing but a fool to society.
I am suddenly walking so much slower.
Drowning in my deepening sadness,
As the autumn leaves shower
Unto me as I feel life is meaningless.
In remembrance of 9/11/2001
A skyline, once two-headed,
a postcard promise.
I saved it,
that future view,
my feet on the ground,
neck craned back,
in the shadow of steel giants.
They took the dream first.
Not just the view,
not just the towers,
but the postcard, torn.
The future became a past I never lived.
I saw them fall,
and a part of me fell with them.
My anger, a hot fire,
against the smoke,
the dust that buried my dream.
The broke the glass of the window I was looking through,
shattered the symbol,
Left an empty space.
But the broken glass became a mirror.
And in it, I saw us,
not broken, but reflecting.
A million faces,
not shattered, but hardened.
Holding each other up,
in the place where the towers used to be.
The dream changed,
it became something new.
A different kind of strength,
forged in the space where the twin towers stood,
built not of steel, but of spirit.
We were not broken,
we were made stronger.
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September 12,2025
Words echoed that should never have been spoken.
Fiery accusations leaving hearts broken.
Twirled anger erupted, stabbing as if by a sword.
Vile innuendo from both of them, poured.
Shattered crystal, the statue she threw.
He barely recognised her, behaving like a shrew.
He glared in disbelief at the ugly scene.
Gone now, the adored devotion that once had been.
All culminating in a crescendo of bitter screams.
Her heart pounding, she envisaged her forlorn dreams.
The mirror depicts a virtual war zone.
His departure left her fragile and all alone.
She kicked the crumpled dress, realised her leg was sore.
The smashed perfume bottle still spilling across the floor.
Call me deadly nightshade
Poison in my blood
Anger sparks cruel words
Inspired desperate actions
That cannot be undone
The weapon my tongue
Bloodsports for the soul
So many memories
of when I wasn't the enemy
when you craved just to be next to me
Flashbacks to how your love used to be
Like our future together
was so easy for you to see
You wanted every part of me
n every night I was the one starring in your dreams
Being close made us both feel so complete
way back when it hurt so bad
when I had to leave
I close my eyes and can still
feel my heart & souls relief
these memories now can
sometimes be hard to conceive
even more so when I know
how differently Im perceived
you no longer see what our
Souls together can achieve
The doubt thats filled your heart
has left scars in parts that were
once filled with belief
Im not your enemy
but im almost out of energy
I cant compete
with your lost visions of me
thought your love was mine to keep
now I just sit here in complete agony
feeling so damn incomplete
Damn, the irony...
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