if i don’t.
because there’s loves that inspire and there’s loves that destroy. if i don’t keep you around anymore, do i still need to say more ? please, dont make me say more ....
your love is my propane.
life is but a sick game of balance.
draining and replenishing the energies.
the highs and the lows.
the gives and the takes.
the love and the hate.
Self Awareness
People ask me who's hurt me but most of my pain has been self inflicted. I live in my head and i seldom, if ever, feel like i fit in. But that's a feeling I've come to embrace. I know what energy to attract to bring out the positive and which to repel to keep out the negative. This is an unfinished poem. The unpolished version. A work in progress.... Just like it's always been.
Like Myself
only time i feel like myself is when the pen is in my hand. tell me, what do i look like from the inside of your head.... and is that the person that i ultimately want to be?
Art is a Battlefield
consume me until i'm free:
of my troubles. of my fears. of my inhibitions.
i..... sometimes i'm so destructive. some days life really gets to me. just like you, just like you get to me.
i turn to you when my mind is crowded, when my judgement is clouded, when there's nobody there, but you, the pen, and me.
i.... sometimes i crave destruction because it builds character. sometimes my humanity seeps through the chip on my shoulder. i got these wings on my back and you run around with scissors in your hands, come at me, and ask me to come closer.
i.... i want to, but sometimes i just don't know if it's worth the price i'd pay.