Poems

Flooding windows.

One day, I will know.
One day, I will be able to comfort you.
Your pain hurts me in indescribable ways.
I am ashamed I cannot understand you.
I wish I knew that same feeling.
Those hot, salty tears streaming down
Your face long to be understood.
And though I will never wish bad on anyone,
I cannot wait for the day
I cry the same tears you cry.
So when the day finally comes,
I will comprehend the same language
And we won’t have to use tears
To say what we truly feel.

Poems

War.

Our relationship was built on battles.
I always fought you.
It was an endless tight rope performance.
Balancing my freedom with the treacherous cage you had for me.

Nothing impressed you.
Nothing worked.
It just tore us apart.
With time, we were both tired.
Exhausted of the passive aggression.
We grew tired of having the constant need to prove ourselves.

This was not who I am.
I drove myself crazy trying to bury the sharp ends.
I hated you being mad at the frenzy.
And I hated you being content with the stillness.
You didn’t love me.
You loved how you could control me.

The harm wasn’t worth it.
The tears, the restless nights, the fear.
None of that was worth it.

Poems

Speckles.

We’re each a part of a bigger picture.
When compared in relativity to size,
We don’t matter.
But when the sun shines on you,
You are everything.
Everything I don’t know and have never believed in.

You bring out the mysterious unknown.
All while hiding it with a layer of silky comfort.
Your relativity goes beyond a speck of dust.
We might be nothing to the universe,
but my universe is nothing without you.

You’re just a speckle in the middle of numerous colors.
But the greatest wonders will never amount to you.
And at the end of the day, here you are.
Standing out, screaming out:
Love with the love we love to love.