“Live as tho death is not the inevitable end.”

I am no longer crisp like freshly pressed linens. There is a staleness to me that has reluctantly set in.

I wish I knew then all of the things I know now that I am enough.

My words are written like prayers begging to be answered by you.

She cures the ache in places no one else can reach.

All of the pain she had endured only makes her beauty shine through more.

You are the love I could never escape not that I would ever want to.

You shouldn’t break apart from loving someone. Love is meant to heal – not destroy us.

My arms grieve a love that took shape in the form of you.

There is no love affair held in these hands. I am reminded of this time and again.

Rest your lips close to mine, lets seal forever with a kiss.

I was patient but your love was never kind.

I am a constant work in progress there is no timeframe for my healing.

My arms ache to hold you how my heart already does.

I managed to build myself up only for you to knock me back down again.

The more that I learn I have found poetry to be less about love and more about survival.

I didn’t look to many for love I only ever wanted yours.

The death of one man is tragic, but the death of thousands is statistic.

Double chin, Fat Thighs. Will you think about these things before your last breath?

Life gave me lemons, tequila, salt, and a knife. Death, you call the shots.

Praying without fervency is like hunting with a dead dog.

This creature softened my heart of stone. She died and with her died my last warm feelings for humanity.

Sticks and stones break bones but words ferment like poison. A slow, painful death.

It is not only war that can stop war but men of goodwill, conscious of their mission can deal with such deadly enemy.

I’m very scared to do it. What if I don’t come back? With the whole light-years thing, what if I come back 10,000 years later, and everyone I know is dead? I’ll be like, ‘Great. Now I have to start all over’.