Poetry

Couldn't See

i waited for you to see me but your eyes were blinded by the pain you held inside my love for you was strong and i tried to hold on but the walls you built were too thick and i got tired and sick of banging my head against the nothingness that separated me from you so i decided to walk away from you it hurt at first because your laughter quench my thirst of loneliness but alone i am again as i watched the door close and the darkness crept it...i wept within but i couldn’t let you see the pain in my heart even though it was ripping me apart...you just couldn’t see the love i had in me...for you...so what else could i do...deleted your number...erased your name...tried to find a way to blame...but in the end it was you and me and the love you couldn't see

Balance...

balance...

that's what she brought to my life
the was the positive to my negative
the smile to my frown
the up to my down
the laugh to my cry
the ground to my sky
she taught me when to go outside the lines
and when to stay within
the color to my black and white
the day to my night
the nocturnal me bathed in her morning light
she held me when i pulled away
gave me vocabulary when i didn't know what to say
she was the with for my without
my faith when i had doubt
she was the comfort to my pain
the sunshine to my rain
kept me grounded when i wanted to fly
pushed me when i was scared to try
the truth to my lie
she was the one that set me free...
she...balanced...me

Pieces

picking up the pieces of me that were scattered as if i never mattered all over the floor, under the bed, in the trash, wrapped up in a black bag with a twist tie, i will never understand why or how, or why it had to happen now...why this time instead of the next...perplexed yet not confused by the actions of yet another that could not see the value in me so compartmentalized and mis-categorized...again...yes again...been here before i was sure i closed the door but i think i walked through the open door way too soon...too easily trusted and once again i rushed it, chasing for ghosts that weren't there, which is why pieces of me are scattered everywhere...it would probably be better if parts of me remained broken, just less shit for the next one to break...one less for them to try to take...hopefully i wont make the same mistake...again...if so i think i will just let those pieces blow in the wind...