“I got what I wanted then I threw it away why do I mess up the only things that want to stay.”

Shades of black intertwined in my being I try to see in color but darkness is all I’m seeing.

I still remember the first time I saw you, your aura radiated nostalgia of a time where I wanted something so much more than I wanted air.

I take for granted how much I love sad songs when I’m happy I forget how much they hurt when I’m broken.

Late at night I’m awake thinking. I’m afraid of what I’d do to be able to taste you again.

I’d rather be shot by a bullet than to be cut by your words. I’ll die cold on the pavement before I lie in the casket of your assurances.

I will be more than I was yesterday, even if that means I can’t take you with me.

A smile made of promises and a heart made of broken chains. She was a beautiful contradiction.

I found peace in my loneliness. I found solace in the quiet. I found love in my reflection.

And as you left my heart cried out then suddenly I was thankful that the cries of the heart can only be felt and not heard.

I want you to love me for me so that all my flaws stitch together and make me whole.

And when she stopped letting him steal her light she shined brighter than every star in the night sky.

Standing alone on the edge wondering if anyone could ache as much as I do.

Words are so powerful treat them as weapons. You say you love someone expect a war.

Like broken clocks we lost our time you moved on but left me behind.

I am not lost I am simply wandering finding my own path creating my own future.

The real damage isn’t something you can touch, its not something you can see. The real damage is in the way I walk its in the way I speak.

Burn worldly love, rub the ashes and make ink of it, make the heart the pen, the intellect the writer, write that which has no end or limit.

As long as I talked unceasingly about the Lord,The Lord stayed away, kept at a distance.But when I silenced my mouth, sat very stillAnd fixed my mind at the doorway of the Lord,I was linked to the music of the Word,And all my talking came to an end.

We will always be an open ending, a beautiful perhaps.

What is found now is found then. If you find nothing now, you will simply end up with an apartment in the City of Death.

Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.

All troubles come to an end when the ego dies

What will the present chaos lead to? How will it all end? It can only end in one way. Mankind will be sick of it all.

You were a beautiful chapter, but not my last.