She

is the sand slipping through your fingertips, and she never would’ve

stayed. She’s not a trinket to keep in your pocket, she’s un-made

potential. In her rock, you’ll carve “disappointment” and it’s such

a shame. You’ll call her the one that got a

-way. Yet, you know all too well that the sunset is loveli-

est when it’s fleeting. Dress her in white, she’ll never be a bride;

she’ll never be what

you wanted her to be, a

diamond around your neck, a trophy for your pedestal, and it’s such a shame -

she’s everything you thought you wanted, but actually, she’s

not. You can’t hold her hand when it’s stuck

planted in the soil, blooming in-

to a tree; you’ll never move her.

Keep her in your head,

it’s all you’ll ever get to keep of her. When they

ask you what went wrong, tell them she never said.

Everything

I did

was

for your sucess,

so

how could you throw me away so eaisly? You always did have a

sweet

tooth. So, i let you gouge yourself on cookies

until

you could barely stay awake. Was i just another cookie to

you?

Somthing to use, to chew on until I

tried

to stand my ground against you? I may have been just a sweet treat

to

you, but to me you were my eveything. I am a fool for your

fake love covered in powderd sugar and broken promises.

If the diabites were to

kill

me, I would have no complaints. Why? its quite simple actually,

because to

me

there is no life i can lead without you being in it.

A bunch of them are talking over there.

I nod and smile and follow the cues, but we all know how this goes.

I never learned how to be someone.

Turns out we have a lot in common, but I can’t shake the feeling I don’t belong here.

The urge to connect comes and then goes.

These situations never amount to more than nothing.

(There - Bo Burnham)

I’ve come to terms with there will never be a “You and I”

I deserve someone who is enraptured by who I am

Someone with who makes me feel blissful

Not someone who ignores me in the day and

Only notices me when he is bored and drunk

I’m done waiting for someone who doesn’t care and

Demanding love that is overflowing.

(From the fifth line of Hafiz's poem "The Great Secret")

I sin again and again, as

If every repentance is yet

another lie. But!

I feel a hopful, mending knock,

Within my chest as I breath.

I know the world, with you, can shine.

I feel your opus deep within and,

With a start I shall seek!

I know I if I truly try to,

The broken bond can begin to mend.

"Batter my heart, three-person'd God", John Donne