“This ain’t love”, she tells me, Only indulging in me when it benef… “This ain’t real”, she cries, “Only seeing the things I’ve done… Only appreciating me when struggle…

More than words can say, I swear… A phrase so easily put into words… Even though the beauty of you illu… Even you shut your eyes and hide a… Even you choose to disguise

I guess it started a long time ago… Me giving away my happiness for a… I guess I never had an independen… and try as I may, I still don’t h… I still seek the approval of the o…

It’s like there is a whole part of… We crave love and endearing attent… So we dream We long, that one day fate will le… That the collection of doubt and t…

But do not hold everything To appear strong, Let everything go, To become light Not for the sake of restoration bu…

An overbearing mother Two overwhelming siblings And too much time alone Phone Taken Back up discovered

I touch everything yet I feel not… But my life is not a blur I could say that I choose what I… I could say that love conquers all… Shattering every time they separat…

Before you forget me, I want you to remember me as me The happy, extrovertive, caring pe… Please don’t decide to forget the… Please don’t throw away the love…

Feeling drained, beaten down, Bruised and blamed Wondering why my value feels like… Hoping to breathe again God, give me the air so I can bre…

Nothing can take the place of a fr… Ink stains on fingertips, Side swept paper cuts, And long sleepless nights Remember that a poet is nothing wi…

I am regretting many things What is there to find in apparent… There is nothing to explain unless… You don’t fall in love the flower… Thriving ..

“I’m done with those childish games. I’m ready to be with someone I can share my heart with,” he said. "I’m in love with you. I plan on marrying you. I’m not going anywhere. I’m set. I ...

Temptations exude, bleed out On to the carpet which I call my… Conscience distorted Lust evident Yet one thing remains

I must say, Being without a pen takes breath f… Being without poetry makes me feel…

All types of writing has guideline… All poetry seems to have some sort… Vocabulary must be up to par, Each stanza having its specific or… The way I see it,