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			in fall.

			today was much easier

			the dry tears beneath my eyes

			represent the need to no longer mourn you

			this morning wasn’t as hard as the last

			and tonight, i find comfort

			beneath the stars

			whispering my truth to the moon

			using the darkness of the night

			as blankets to cover my restless soul

			the stars are showing their lights upon me

			and i feel free

			i am free from you

		

		
			alone with you.

			loneliness was the reason

			i held on to you

			and holding on to you

			was the loneliest thing 

			i had ever done

		

		
			lions.

			they threw her into the lion’s den

			and instead of feeling fearful

			she tamed the beasts 

		

		
			the only way.

			she was strong

			but she was tired

			and walking away

			became her only option

		

		
			like home.

			in a world

			where everyone left me

			out in the cold

			you felt like home

			you felt like love

		

		
			they fear you.

			they’re afraid of women

			who refuse to sit quietly

			when force-fed a bunch of bullshit

			they fear strong women

			and so they call them bitches

			as if their strength is an issue 

		

		
			the appeal.

			her sex appeal

			went far beyond

			the walls of any bedroom

		

		
			offering.

			she deserved the world

			and all you ever gave her

			was a town filled with misery 

		

		
			nagging.

			she wasn’t nagging

			she was just demanding

			you to do more

			than you were willing to

		

		
			just myself.

			for so long

			my best relationship

			was with myself

			when people let me down

			all i had was me

		

		
			sacred.

			she built a wall in front of her heart

			because she knew her love was sacred

		

		
			you and your story.

			women are living poems

			poetry in ; motion

			stories of tragedy and strength

			pages of imperfection

			the most beautiful stories

			you’d ever read

		

		
			soul first.

			fall in love with my soul first

			then from there

			discover more ways to love me

		

		
			he’s not.

			he’s not a prize

			nor has he ever been a gift

			don’t let him exaggerate 

			his importance

			to your life

		

		
			sharp.

			women with sharp tongues

			cut through weak men

			like knives to bread

		

		
			the friend.

			by the time you believe

			he’s yours

			he’ll be wrapped between the legs

			of the woman

			he told you was just a friend

		

		
			just trust me.

			the one they’ll cheat with

			is the one they’ll say

			you shouldn’t worry about

			and they’ll always request your trust

			while betraying you

			in ways you’d never believe

		

		
			with ease.

			you are not difficult to love

			your soul mate will love you

			with ease

		

		
			fresh hell.

			you were just like my last

			you were exactly like the one

			before you

			you promised me heaven

			but you were simply a newer version

			of the hell that i’ve known

			many times before

		

		
			nonsense, your love.

			what is there to love

			about a person who doesn’t love you

			how are you in love

			with someone who hasn’t provided

			anything for you to love

		

		
			better now.

			i think i’m better now

			i crack smiles and really mean it

			i laugh louder than i had before

			the thought of you doesn’t hurt

			i think of you and i smile

			losing you was not a loss

			you walked away, i dodged a bullet 

			you left my life and now i’m free

		

		
			another decoy.

			you were just a false representation

			of the love that i once thought you

			were capable of providing

		

		
			tales of detachment.

			it was never instant

			i think when you tell people

			it ended

			they assume that it was easy

			like an axe to wood

			it took several swings

			to detach myself from you

			you broke me down

			and so i began the tiring process

			of severing our soul ties

			in an effort to set my essence free 

		 
			i walked away

			only to return

			to your empty promises

			of change

			asking myself why

			unsure of my own strength

			telling others

			that it was easier said than done

			until i finally did it

			it was never instant

			it was so fucking hard

			but damn it, i tell you

			it was worth it

		

		
			the past lingers.

			your past loves

			still linger on your breath

			their dead skin

			under your nails

			as you once attempted

			to scratch your way

			to the surface of their hearts

			with hopes of finding something

			some indication of their feelings for you

			giving yourself to those

			who had nothing to provide

			but a penetration that never satisfied you

			to completion 

		 
			keepsakes in boxes and bags

			like little museums

			displaying the proof

			of relationships that fell short

			of what you aspired to create

			you were trying to fill yourself

			with their emptiness

			detached from reality

			their lies became your religion

			and like thieves

			they stole from you

			then disappeared into the darkness

			of every night

			leaving you broken

			blaming yourself

			wondering what you did wrong

			as they did nothing right

		

		
			ease the pain.

			all the things

			that make you happy

			are either harmful

			or temporary

			and that’s what truly hurts

			self-medicating the pain

			using things or people

			that may partially destroy 

			more of who we are

		

		
			when it’s real.

			here’s the thing

			and i need you to take in

			every word

			when someone truly loves you

			and i’m not talking about

			that watered-down shit

			that you got from every ex

			who caused you nothing

			but a great deal of emotional trauma

			when someone really loves you

			and wants to be a part

			of your life

		 
			they let go of their past

			to better accommodate you

			in their future

			they don’t hold on to past likes,

			lusts, or loves

			you’ll never have to compete

			with anyone they’ve had

			history with

			because those relations

			no longer exist

		

		
			how or why.

			how do you claim

			a man who refuses to choose you

			why do you continue on

			expecting him to love you

			when he acts as if he doesn’t

			like you

		

		
			please never forget.

			they left you

			when you needed them the most

			you’ve been hurting

			you’ve been alone

			without anyone to lean on

			fuck this idea

			that you need them

			to provide closure

			fuck those random texts

			and phone calls

			that only occur when they

			have nothing else to do

			but lie to you all over again

		 
			they don’t love you

			nor have they ever truly cared

			they don’t miss you

			that’s just the bullshit

			they express

			in an effort to manipulate 

			your emotions

			you deserve so much more

			than what you’ve had

		

		
			secured.

			here’s what you failed to understand

			instead of harming her heart

			you were supposed to protect it

		

		
			for the better.

			and sometimes a woman

			has to walk away

			from the one she loves

			because she loves herself

			too much to settle

			for a relationship that causes 

			her pain

		

		
			underneath.

			i wear my sadness beneath 

			my smile

			but i’m not trying to pretend

			to be happy

			i’m just trying to remain strong

		

		
			April 2014.

			i’d often feel like

			my soul mate

			was the hide-and-seek champion

		

		
			a message to men.

			here’s the thing

			if you’re not man enough

			to occupy her heart

			and love her correctly

			don’t block her view

			of someone better

		

		
			seconds until.

			all those second chances

			but everything remained the same

			she decided to let him go

			because he decided not to change

		

		
			this was your story.

			she thought about the time

			she’d invested in a dream

			sold to her by someone who made

			her fall without any intentions

			of catching her

			the love she developed for him

			made her hopeful

			in terms of change

			deciding to go back

			she dealt with more pain

			as insane as it may seem

			to you and me

			she loved him through it all

			yet still wanted 

			to break free

		

		
			i don’t know.

			i guess we get so used

			to loving the wrong person

			that it becomes increasingly difficult

			to be more open

			and willing

			when the right one

			comes along

		

		
			it was you all along.

			that’s the thing

			i’m almost ashamed to admit

			that i’ve spent a lifetime

			searching in others

			for a love that could only exist

			inside of you

			and i know that now

		

		
			green thumb with love.

			if for some reason

			i owned a garden

			only seeds of you

			i’d plant

			so with every rose

			that grew

			i’d end up

			always picking you

		

		
			no judgment here.

			even though things changed

			you failed to walk away

			when you should have

			simply because it’s always harder

			to leave behind

			something or someone

			who once made you smile

			and because of that

			it may take you a while

		

		
			hold on.

			if you should ever find someone

			who considers an emotional 

			connection with you

			far more important than the physical

			hold on to them

		

		
			know all, say nothing.

			i’m way too observant

			to be fooled

			i notice and discover things

			yet i say nothing 

			because it’s entertaining

			to watch someone

			dance circles around the truth

		

		
			reminders for men.

			just because a woman

			is nice to you

			doesn’t mean she’s interested

			and just because she rejects you

			doesn’t give you the right

			to call her a bitch

		

		
			the optimist.

			even when things aren’t right

			in her life

			she still finds the strength

			to smile

		

		
			find the words and actions.

			it’s simple

			be more expressive

			never let her wonder

			or question

			her own importance

			when it comes to your life

			choose her more often

		

		
			earn it.

			you can’t complain about the guard

			she keeps in front of her heart

			while giving her every reason

			not to trust you 

		

		
			he’ll never understand.

			he hurts you

			continues to

			and you only go back

			because he’s familiar

			you’ve become so used to having him

			in your life and the thought of anything

			different just scares you

			you don’t want to start over

			you’ve invested so much time

			and energy into him as well

			as the relationship

			but you deserve more

		 
			you’re way too valuable to be sharing yourself

			with someone who isn’t man enough

			to understand

			the importance of love,

			loyalty,

			and respect

			and yes

			i’m talking to you

		

		
			the dead.

			if real love is life

			then my generation is dead

		

		
			vice.

			you were my favorite vice

			but i had to bury you

			with the rest of my bad habits

		

		
			the manipulation.

			your manipulation drained me

			i knew you were no longer

			deserving of my effort

			but i tried until trying

			made me weak

			the funny thing is

			walking away

			made me stronger

		

		
			everything the same.

			different faces

			same stories

			same heartache

			same ending

		

		
			for the broken girls.

			there’s this negative stigma

			attached to anything that is broken

			there’s this idea that broken things

			somehow lose their value

			i don’t believe that

			and neither should you

			you’re a woman

			and though i can’t begin to understand

			what that truly means

			i can sympathize

			as i do my best to remind you

			of how powerful you are

		 
			never forget about your strength

			in times of heartache

			remember all the things

			you’ve survived

			remember the many moments

			when you’ve played the hero

			successfully

			saving yourself

			this is for you

			for the broken but strong

		

		
			protect solitude.

			find your peace 

			and protect it

			you will never 

			have to compromise

			your joy

			for someone who truly

			cares for you

		

		
			self-serving love I.

			everything you’ve been searching for

			lives within your own heart

			all the love you’ve been longing for

			can be given to you, by you

		

		
			the emptiness of it all.

			“i miss you” means nothing without effort

			“i miss you” means nothing without action

			don’t let your heart be manipulated

			by random texts that read

			“i miss you”

		

		
			and the story goes.

			i wanted you

			i needed more

			you didn’t deserve me

			the end

		

		
			you are.

			the broken can be beautiful . . .

			you are proof of this

		

		
			self-serving love II.

			you are the love

			he couldn’t give you

		

		
			not for them.

			your soul is golden

			but he prefers copper

			and that’s okay

			you’re not for everyone

		

		
			not rejection.

			maybe it wasn’t rejection

			maybe he couldn’t keep you

			maybe he walked away

			so that someone better

			could walk in

		

		
			self-serving love III.

			sometimes wanting someone

			isn’t enough

			sometimes you have to choose yourself

		

		
			not the damsel.

			you didn’t need saving

			you only wanted something real

		

		
			concealer.

			your smile is painted on

			but your pain is real

		

		
			say nothing.

			when a woman is tired

			silence becomes her language

			when a woman is fed up

			fighting for what she thought was love

			is no longer 

			an option 

		

		
			he was.

			he blamed your trust issues

			but he was the reason

			he judged you for being cold

			but he was the reason

		

		
			that process.

			people leave too soon

			feelings stay too long

		

		
			begin again.

			being single

			could be the beginning

			of something better

			than what you’ve had

		

		
			new declarations.

			i promised myself

			to no longer allow

			my physical desires to interfere

			with my peace of mind

			or the joy in my heart

		

		
			i see your truth.

			your lips, arched with happiness

			your eyes scream out pain

		

		
			competitions.

			i walked away

			because competing with your past

			was no longer appealing

			constantly made to feel

			as if i wasn’t good enough

			to be chosen

			i no longer have the emotional energy

			to keep up this fight

			my silence

			now a symbol

			of my unwillingness

			to keep trying

		

		
			no room.

			maybe there’s never room

			for something new

			or something better

			because you’re always

			holding on to

			things that no longer

			deserve to take up space

		

		
			how love died.

			most relationships 

			are prison terms

			most of what is deemed love

			feels more like hell

			romance has been 

			beheaded

			and chivalry has long since 

			been dead

			massacred by people 

			who claim love

			but provide something

			that resembles hatred

		

		
			the ending is the same.

			she was convinced

			that giving herself to him

			would make him stay

			but he’d always cum

			then leave

		

		
			more than.

			perhaps 

			you left

			because i 

			deserved more

		

		
			mind in gutters.

			soaking wet

			a woman creating

			rivers of emotion

		

		
			one year, nine months.

			she’s the kind of girlfriend

			you marry

		

		
			inherited pain.

			children who were abandoned

			grow up to love people

			who abandon them

		

		
			what made no sense.

			"but he loved me . . ." she said

			while touching the bruises

			he left on her heart

		

		
			kept telling myself.

			the people who leave

			didn’t deserve to stay

			the people who stay

			will be the only ones

			i keep

		

		
			on guard.

			but the women

			with their guard up

			usually love the hardest

		

		
			fed up entirely.

			silence

			nothing

			she said nothing

			she stopped fighting

			she got tired

			it’s over, she’s done

			the end

		

		
			say nothing, say all.

			a woman’s silence

			is filled with truth

		

		
			loss for love.

			you’ve lost so much time

			so much of your life

			waiting for him

			to change

		

		
			take time.

			being single

			is a time to heal

		

		
			i told him.

			but when you lose a woman

			who is willing to fight for you

			you’ve lost the only thing

			that truly matters, her love

		

		
			questionable restlessness.

			what are we

			she wondered

			lying in bed

			holding her phone

			waiting for him to call

			knowing he wouldn’t 

		

		
			the walking dead.

			if it’s not my ex

			it’s yours

			constantly creeping up

			into our lives

			trying to maintain a level

			of importance 

			that they don’t deserve 

			i guess

			we should bury them

			deeper

			this time

		

		
			everything you need.

			but you’ve always been beautiful

			you’ve always had value

			don’t sex your essence away

			to appeal to his image

			of who you should be

			everything you are

			has always been

			everything you need

		

		
			wasting me.

			i wasted so much of my energy

			on someone who refused

			to make an effort

			i was always fighting

			but no one fought for me

		

		
			wrong places.

			the only reason 

			you’re unhappy

			is because you’ve been

			searching for peace

			in chaotic souls

		

		
			i’ve done this.

			we use our unhappiness

			as an excuse to invest

			our love into people

			who ruin our peace

		

		
			both broken.

			what were we

			broken and confused

			abused by the past

			with hopes of a future

			that consisted of something real

			both tired of a love

			that turned out to be tainted

			both weary of trusting liars

			investing our energy

			into the emptiness of loving

			the wrong person

			we found each other

			and lost each other

			just the same

			hurt people 

			hurt people

			this much was truth

		

		
			still of value.

			single-parent mothers

			still valuable

			still beautiful

			still worthy

			still deserving of romance

			and love

		

		
			peace in the morning.

			there’s a certain type of peace

			waking up alone

			without the person

			you thought you needed

			the person who no longer

			deserved to lie next to you

			at first the loneliness stings

			like a hornet protecting its nest

			but soon after

			there is peace

			i hope you get there

			and if you’ve already arrived

			i hope you stay there

			until you find someone

			worthy of you

		

		
			to serve and protect.

			i saw an officer the other day

			he stared at me 

			with the same eyes

			of the cops

			who gun down

			the innocent

			and i couldn’t help

			but pray for protection

			from the people

			who i once believed

			would protect me

		

		
			to carry on.

			my friends are not my friends

			my family have become strangers

			and the one i care for

			has grown distant

			i’m alone with no one

			in my corner

			i’m alone 

			in search of the strength

			to carry on

		

		
			unreliable friend.

			maybe i should’ve built

			our friendship 

			on something stronger

			than binge drinking,

			hot clubs, dirty dancing,

			and loud music

			because when the fun ends

			and real life begins

			you are never there

			you are nowhere to be found

		

		
			up waiting.

			i shouldn’t answer

			i shouldn’t even be awake

			between the vibration of my phone

			and this overwhelming feeling

			of loneliness

			i’ll let you in

			then hate myself after

			the unhealthy cycle

			of tearing down myself

			to a level that best suits 

			your needs

			while ignoring my own

		

		
			empty and incapable.

			real emotions cultivated

			by empty promises

			and fraudulent love

			illusions that i could believe in

			illusions of everything 

			i thought i wanted

			i thought you were the one

			but it turns out

			you were keeping me

			from finding the love

			that you were incapable

			of giving me

		

		
			no rewards.

			there’s no reward

			for coming in second

			in a relationship

			that feels more like a race

			or competition

			i no longer desire

			to watch from the sidelines

			constantly being treated

			as if i’m not enough

			always made to feel

			as if i am nothing more to you

			than a hobby

		

		
			uneasy after hours.

			i should be asleep

			overrun by restlessness

			this uneasy feeling 

			of anticipation

			i’ve spent too much

			of my time

			waiting for you

			to show up

		

		
			we do not.

			the woman loves

			we call her needy

			the woman guards her heart

			we call her cold

			we

			do not

			define

			the woman

		

		
			own wounds.

			if anything

			her scars represent

			a woman’s ability

			to heal her own wounds

		

		
			what you were.

			you were a disaster

			hidden beneath wrapping paper

			my own personal hell

			presented to me as a gift

		

		
			October’s fall.

			you nearly broke me in two

			the night you admitted

			that you were afraid

			of being happy with me

		

		
			your reason.

			because the fear

			of being abandoned

			keeps us unhappy

			and alone

		

		
			first time.

			for the first time

			in our relationship

			i can honestly say

			that you’ve broken my heart

			and i don’t know how

			we’re going 

			to get through this

		

		
			no confusion.

			baby

			focus on

			your goals

			these men

			are confused

		

		
			just no.

			no effort

			no love

			no reason

			to stay

		

		
			best for you.

			a woman

			who fights

			for you

			is best

			for you

			fight for her

		

		
			unhappiness allowed.

			you were lying to me

			and i accepted it

			because i thought 

			i deserved to be

			unhappy

		

		
			feeling unknown.

			the worst feeling

			is not knowing

			what you’re feeling

			people ask if you’re okay

			and your response is

			i don’t know

		

		
			potentially I.

			i don’t think

			it was you

			i didn’t fall for you

			i fell in love

			with your potential

			to be what i thought

			i needed at the time

		

		
			my search.

			the more you’re sure about

			what you want and deserve

			the harder it is to find someone

			capable of committing to you

			completely

		

		
			potentially II.

			the only reason

			i stuck around

			was because 

			i was waiting for you

			to become the person

			you promised to be

			but i got tired

			i couldn’t wait any longer

		

		
			organic growth.

			my tolerance for bullshit

			seems to diminish with age

			my circle of friends made smaller

			with time

			i’m less likely to trust

			far less open to what isn’t familiar 

			as even the things i know

			appear less appealing 

			a bit more paranoid 

			or maybe i’m just wiser

			a bit more antisocial

			or possibly a little more

			selective 

			life appears differently

			the more you live it

			maybe i’m seeing more clearly

			the older i become

		

		
			my teachers.

			it begins with our parents

			those lessons of love

			defined by the way they treat others

			we watch closely

			we take mental notes

			that are only apparent to our subconscious

			buried deep within our minds

			left to resurface, later on in life

			we learn love by watching them interact

			and sometimes we learn about a love

			that brings pain and indifference

			observing the tension between two people

			who weren’t made for each other

		 
			i guess that’s what happened to me

			i saw my father yell and scream

			toward the face of my crying mother

			i watched him return later with half-dead flowers

			and empty promises to treat her better

			after demeaning her with words

			that i had yet to understand

			he’d whisper

			i love you

			and she’d seemingly forgive him

		 
			i’d watch her love this man

			who obviously didn’t feel the same

			but that was my lesson in love

			and my teachers were two people

			who would later separate

			never to discover the truth in what love

			actually is

			and sometimes i think that this will be my fate

			living a life

			claiming to have loved

			when all i’ve ever known

			is hate

		

		
			years ago.

			i chose you

			how foolish

			my desire to fix you

			while destroying myself

			my desire to love you

			which caused me

			to hate myself

			i changed the parts of me

			you didn’t like

			i left myself behind

			to search for you

		 
			and all i could ever find

			was more pain

			more lies

			i fell 

			you didn’t

			i fought

			i tried

			then left

		

		
			yesterday’s ghosts.

			haunted by your potential

			you’ll never be the lover i deserve

		

		
			hiding.

			my anger is a mask

			that hides my pain

		

		
			miscarriage of love.

			i was waiting for you

			nine months to be exact

			you grew just enough

			for us to acknowledge

			your presence

			then one day, you left

			without a good-bye

			and i never got to meet you

			it still hurts me to this day

		

		
			your palms.

			for far too long

			i’ve allowed my heart

			to sit in unworthy hands

		

		
			wake in winter.

			i wanted to love you

			but my heart grew cold

			like flowers trying to push through

			the snow during winter

			we withered away

		

		
			4 a.m.

			i couldn’t sleep

			your secrets kept me up

			your lies were so loud

		

		
			your fire.

			throw her to the flames

			and she’ll become like fire

		

		
			no faithfulness.

			sweetheart

			stay away from disloyal men

			they carry heartache

			and disease

		

		
			2:25 a.m.

			we find ourselves

			when we let go of those

			who make us hate who we are

		

		
			love hell.

			you claim to be in love

			but what you’ve described

			is hell

		

		
			fetishized.

			they love pussy

			but not the women

			they get it from

		

		
			my angel.

			i loved you

			but heaven loved you more

			i needed you

			but heaven needed you more

			i lost you but gained an angel

		

		
			honest lies.

			angels

			beware of devils

			who tell lies

			in an honest tone

		

		
			reentry.

			he entered

			then left you

			an empty shell

			don’t let him

			crawl back inside of you

		

		
			acceptance.

			don’t fix her

			love her as is

			and she’ll become more

			of who she’s supposed to be

		

		
			shaming.

			men beg

			for entry

			then label women whores

			as they exit

			men chase pussy

			then degrade women

			for giving it to them

		

		
			truthfully.

			beautiful souls

			torn apart

			by beautiful lies

		

		
			cold nothings.

			you gave me chills

			i thought it was love

			turns out you were just cold

		

		
			loss.

			he bought her virginity 

			with empty promises and lies

		

		
			statistic.

			it takes two to fuck

			and yet so often

			only one will raise the child

		

		
			elastic mind.

			i let you stretch my mind

			to its limit

			testing my mental fortitude

			chipping away at my sanity

			and i justified the chaos you created

			by calling it love

		

		
			2:58 a.m.

			letting you walk away

			set me free

		

		
			all a waste.

			so many women waste

			their patience 

			on the promises of men

		

		
			deposits.

			with every thrust

			he grew closer

			to coming

			and once he arrived

			he filled you up with hate

		

		
			this, you and i.

			we laugh

			we yell

			we’re happy

			we’re upset

			yesterday we were at odds

			but tonight, you are peace

			and i am in need of you

		

		
			why i kept you.

			we were both hurt

			and so i took you back

			because i saw myself

			a reflection of my own brokenness

			shown within your soul

			and i kept you here

			because i knew what it meant

			to be abandoned

			i knew what it meant to be alone

		

		
			the absence.

			you left

			but i didn’t lose a damn thing

			nothing but peace was found

			in the absence of you

		

		
			upon death.

			every ex is a death

			that brings me closer

			to a life with my soul mate

		

		
			feels.

			i feel lonely

			when you touch me

		

		
			the unresolved.

			he filled you with disappointment

			you hate your father

			and yet you only date men

			who remind you of him

		

		
			a reason.

			you love men

			who don’t love you back

			because you don’t love yourself

		

		
			lakes to oceans.

			i hope you drown

			in your own tears

			when you cry for me

		

		
			father wasn’t home.

			my father didn’t raise me

			and so i wasn’t raised

			to be like him

			and i’m grateful for that

		

		
			you used me.

			i’m in love with a version of you

			that only existed before you got

			what you wanted

		

		
			mothers and few fathers.

			women becoming mothers

			with men who shouldn’t be fathers

			the story of my generation 

		

		
			bad or good.

			a bad boy

			and a good man

			are two entirely different things

		

		
			my own brokenness.

			my broken

			was attracted

			to your broken

			maybe that’s why

			i allowed you to break me

		

		
			like mother.

			your father continued to hurt your mother

			apologized, whispered, "i love you . . ."

			and she stayed

			you are just like your mother

		

		
			what is worth.

			she swore he was worth it

			he treated her like she was worthless

		

		
			my past.

			you’ve seen the stains of my past

			and you still want to love me

			you’ve witnessed the weight

			of my heart

			and yet, you’d still like to hold it

		

		
			please note.

			dear love

			your insecurities 

			are not burdens

		

		
			lonely people.

			lonely people do lonely things

			like entertain relationships

			that make them feel lonelier 

		

		
			wild but calm.

			i believe 

			that real love

			can make the wildest soul

			calm down

		

		
			first heartache.

			you know

			when i think about it

			my father was the first person

			to break my heart

		

		
			underneath it all.

			i found myself

			covering up the stains

			of heartache

			with a smile

		

		
			nightmares begin.

			dreams come true

			then turn out to be nightmares

		

		
			a no-good cycle.

			avoid making babies

			with no-good men

			because no-good men

			raise no-good men

			who will treat other women

			the way he treats you

		

		
			breaking bad habits.

			you were the habit

			i couldn’t break

			until i did

			it was always easier said

			than done

			but i did it

		

		
			instrument.

			you are no one’s instrument

			love, don’t let them play you

		

		
			they.

			they always cum

			and never finish

			you make them cum

			and then it’s finished

			you never cum

			they never stay

			they always cum

			they always leave

		

		
			without a home.

			i realized in the end

			that i was at risk 

			of being homeless

			making homes out of humans

		

		
			his expectations.

			he mistreats you

			like his father did his mother

			and he expects you to stay

			like his mother did

		

		
			love or war.

			the wrong love

			feels like a war

			it changes you forever

		

		
			a woman’s patience.

			she has her father’s wisdom

			and her mother’s courage

			she has her father’s strength

			and her mother’s patience

			she knows that she should leave

			but she’s too strong to let him go

			she knows that she should leave

			but she’s too patient not to wait

		

		
			heaven on fingertips.

			fingertips

			in the roots of her hair

			under the moon

			is heaven

			with your hands

			with your fingers

			you have the ability

			to take her there

		

		
			lying there.

			you closed your heart

			and opened your legs

			and yet the solitude

			you search for

			couldn’t be found

			while lying on your back

		

		
			one time.

			i wish somebody would have told me

			that a one-night stand

			would lead to one missed call

			then one emotional voice mail

			letting me know she didn’t keep it

		

		
			better pursuit.

			don’t feed me lies

			then judge me for walking away

			to chase the truth

		

		
			past lives.

			all the women you were

			in your past

			are happy for the woman

			you’ve become

		

		
			all frauds.

			everyone before me

			was counterfeit 

			and everyone after

			will be just as fraudulent

		

		
			no permission.

			don’t let him dim the light

			that lives within your soul

		

		
			never reciprocated.

			i gave you everything

			and instead of giving it back

			you left me empty

		

		
			my heaven.

			my solitude is peace

			my alone is heaven

		

		
			to myself.

			you are alone

			in need of more of yourself

		

		
			touch me.

			it’s been a long day

			and tonight 

			i’d like to feel nothing

			but your fingertips 

			on my soul

		

		
			unsafe.

			your pussy is not a safe haven

			for men who don’t care enough

			to protect you

		

		
			the virgins.

			nobody told her

			that her first time

			would make her one of the many

			who wasted their firsts on him

		

		
			all seeing.

			she’s quiet but she sees everything

			she says nothing but she’s not blind

		

		
			this very moment.

			right now

			your relationship is a nightmare

			and even then

			you’re still someone’s dream girl

			you may be in a relationship

			with a man who hurts you

			but somewhere, someone who deserves you

			is ready to appreciate

			the woman you’ve always been

		

		
			haunting of old.

			be careful who you make

			your memories with

			because doing things

			with the wrong people

			can haunt you

			in ways you never believed

		

		
			all the time.

			they’ll do anything 

			to destroy your peace

			then text “i miss you”

			the moment they realize

			that you’re finally happy

			without them

		

		
			your love is not mine.

			funny how your love works

			but only for you

			your kisses only arrive

			when you’re in need of something

			the only time you miss me

			is when i’ve chosen to walk away

			maybe you don’t care

			about losing my love

			maybe your only fear

			is that you’ll lose

			whatever i provide

		

		
			blame.

			you changed me

			my heart grew harder

			my patience dissolved

			and the warmth that i felt

			escaped me

			you made me cold

		

		
			last night.

			i think it happened last night

			the last time you’d be able to ruin me

			the last moment in which

			i’d allow you to dictate

			my emotional reaction

			i lost faith in your ability to love me

			i stopped believing in you

			i found salvation last night

			last night was my freedom

		

		
			invisible wars.

			i fought for this

			every minute of every day

			losing this invisible war

			going to battle by myself

			fighting to maintain a relationship

			with someone who never deserved

			my strength

		

		
			losing at love.

			you care

			you fall

			you get hurt

			you try harder

			there’s pain

			and then there’s nothing

			you feel numb

		

		
			sweet lies.

			bitter lies

			taste sweet

			when spoken from the lips

			of the person you love

		

		
			rejected.

			silence feels like rejection

			maybe that’s why this hurts 

			so much

		

		
			i stayed.

			unworthy and unloved

			my only reason for staying

			was that change was scary

			and the pain you caused

			was familiar

			safe but dangerous

			difficult but easy

			you called this love

			but this was my own personal hell

			and instead of leaving this pit

			i decided to stay there

		

		
			in the silence.

			the truth is

			i’m drowning

			in silence

			reaching for the same hand

			that left these scars on me

		

		
			either way.

			they make virgins feel embarrassed

			for not having sex

			they shame women for making the decision

			to share themselves

		

		
			planting.

			i felt so many things at once

			my heart’s cry was to find

			something worth believing in

			and the moment i began to let my guard down

			i was faced with a truth

			that nearly destroyed my very existence

			i remember falling

			this never-ending plummet

			into an unexpected

			portion of chaos

			that would forever change

			the direction of my life

			i would’ve done anything for you

			in fact i almost did everything for you

			constantly placing myself

		 
			in harm’s way just to ensure your safety.

			everyone around me could see what i refused to

			hiding behind this notion

			that i could potentially love you

			i chose to ignore the red flags

			that positioned themselves

			in clear view but one day the truth

			would plant itself in the gardens of our union

			causing us to grow distant

			no matter how deep the roots

			from seeds of mistrust

			and disappointment

			grew the strength

			that i would later use to walk away

			and toward a love that i deserved

		

		
			never easy.

			none of this is easy

			each day longer than the last

			as i find the hands of my mind

			reaching for you

			always reaching for you

			and at the same time

			coming up short

			that’s the problem with the heart

			wanting to be touched by familiar hands

			even if those hands

			were the reason for its cracks

		

		
			what i fear.

			patience is the monster

			i fear the most

			causing us to stay longer

			than we should

			waiting for a change

			that’ll never happen

		

		
			the option.

			leaving was the only option

			because choosing me first

			was never your choice

		

		
			no passion.

			somewhere along the way

			someone taught you to associate

			anger with passion

			and for some reason

			the more he screams at you

			the more you think he cares

		

		
			trying.

			somewhere along the way

			you lost yourself

			trying to keep the things

			that weren’t meant to stay

		

		
			toward peace.

			somewhere along your journey

			toward peace

			you decided to entertain chaos

			confusing it for passion

			a type of passion 

			mistaken for love

			a love that only hurt you

			in the end

		

		
			the restless lovers.

			3 a.m. is for lovers

			and i do hope you discover

			a bond that keeps you safe

			in the hours of your restlessness

			i simply hope that you find someone

			to spend those early mornings with

			whenever you’re unable to find sleep

		

		
			there’s hope.

			flawed and broken

			i still believe that someone

			needs someone like you

		

		
			your ex.

			leave the past in the past

			the strongest fires

			cannot be cultivated

			with old flames

		

		
			all survived.

			the human heart breaks

			and continues to beat

			heartbreak is death

			yet we find ways to survive

			we find new beginnings

			within the end of everything

			we thought would last

			we are all survivors

			of loving the wrong soul

		

		
			our sides.

			we plant seeds of love 

			in the gardens of those

			who have no intent

			to care for us

		

		
			teach them.

			make sure 

			you tell your daughter

			about the madness they cause

			be sure to teach your daughter

			about the things they do 

			and say to get what they want

			fill her with the knowledge

			that your experiences

			taught you 

		

		
			September 16th.

			what leaves

			doesn’t deserve to be kept

		

		
			do you want to.

			being unsure

			is not consent

			being uncertain

			is not a yes

		

		
			emotional pursuit.

			you are not yourself

			you’ve become numb,

			cold, broken, and fed up

			you’ve been strong

			but you are tired

			you’ve been patient

			but nothing changed

			sometimes it never gets better

			sometimes you have to walk away

			in order to find peace

		

		
			don’t blame yourself.

			women are always doing everything

			they’re always fighting and not being

			fought for

			they’re always reading articles on how

			to improve for men who refuse to change

			a little piece of me dies when women write me about the men who hurt them

			it hurts me

			it’s time for men to step up

			or lose their women to men like me

			i can’t imagine my lady dealing with

			some of the bullshit i see

			on social media, tv, or in the real world

			a woman shouldn’t have to provide

			an incentive for a man to treat her

			the right way

		

		
			uncaged.

			women with wild hearts

			are worth it

		

		
			the midnight battle.

			i am strong

			but i am restless

			i am strong

			but i feel broken

		

		
			abnormal.

			i hate the way you pretend

			that for some odd reason

			the nothingness in your relationship

			is normal

			i hate that you call that piece of shit love

		

		
			remember, never forget.

			i’m not doing this to hurt you

			i’m just tired of getting hurt

			in no way am i quitting on you

			i’m just giving myself the opportunity

			to be happy

			while you made me feel something

			i made you feel important

			i was afraid to let go until i realized

			that holding on to you

			meant holding on to nothing

			i was afraid to move on

			until i realized that walking away

			from you

			meant walking toward a better future

			losing you wasn’t a loss

			you, losing me

			meant that you lost everything

		

		
			journeyman.

			this much is true

			the path toward great love

			is filled with disappointment

			and our journey is defined

			by how quickly

			we move forward

			away from all the things

			that no longer deserve

			our attention 

		

		
			yesterday until now.

			one day you’ll wake up

			and it won’t hurt as much

			things won’t improve overnight

			but there will come a time

			when you’ll look back on

			what used to make you sad

			and you’ll laugh

			because whatever was meant

			to destroy you

			will have made you a little bit stronger

		

		
			nothing inside.

			eyes filled with lies

			and the lips that tell them

			this hurts because i misplaced

			so much of my trust

			inside of you

		

		
			no peace in lust.

			let us lie here together

			covered in nothing but our truths

			until the sun rises

			unable to fall asleep

			due to the chaos that lives

			within us both

			restless because of sadness

			you and i, broken

			incapable of healing each other

		

		
			dark liquor.

			i’m mostly hurt

			i drink too much

			maybe i’m just trying

			to drown my demons

			knowing by morning

			i’ll be on my knees

			throwing up my sadness

		

		
			felt stuck.

			i’ve been hurting

			like my wrist cut

			feeling broken

			but i’m stitched up

			overall, i overtrust

			then overthink

			until i feel stuck

		

		
			too.

			you are not too emotional

			being able to feel things

			with your heart

			is not a handicap

			it’s not a burden 

		

		
			stay here.

			you are beautiful

			you are valuable

			your life is precious

			don’t take it

		

		
			always you fighting.

			you’re fighting to be chosen

			by a man who doesn’t deserve

			to have you as an option

		

		
			near death and listen.

			so many untold stories

			in every cemetery

			a garden filled with spirits

			who can no longer grow

			mouths that can no longer speak

			and hearts longing for a chance

			to beat again

			i hear them . . .

		

		
			mistakes and tombstones.

			congratulations in the subject line

			an email from an old friend

			ill intentions hidden behind

			a message that would appear

			to be genuine but it isn’t

			just the latest attempt 

			from someone i thought i buried

			in the cemetery filled with my mistakes

		

		
			devil in the details.

			sometimes it’s love

			or maybe you have a funny way

			of describing your hatred for me

			hidden behind your smile

			is the devil i’ve chosen

			to fall for 

		

		
			reflection of lies.

			i should be happy

			but i struggle to smile

			spreading my lips

			to appease others

			pretending to be okay

			in an attempt to make them comfortable

			i’ve been lying to myself

		

		
			when love is hate.

			i could pour my entire

			heart out to you 

			and you’ll say nothing

			you could tell me how much

			you love me

			and somehow it’ll still

			feel like hate

		

		
			after six.

			i think it was the silence

			and the tension that followed

			i swallowed my complaints

			and said nothing even though i noticed

			maybe you never loved me

			maybe you don’t know how

			maybe i’m just lonely

			using you to fill a void

		

		
			many women.

			Emma isn’t perfect

			but she deserves the world

			Olivia struggles with love

			but love lives within her heart

			Sophia is broken but valuable

			Ava is still trying to find her way

			through the darkness that surrounds her

			Mary and Patricia continue to fight

			Jennifer and Samantha continue to survive

			Linda, Barbara, Elizabeth, and Maria

			will not give in

			Susan, Lisa, Margaret, and Dorothy

			will not give up

			different women, same pain

			different names, same devils

		

		
			stairway to loneliness.

			just friends

			fuck like a couple

			catch feelings

			one-sided

			fuck a few more times

			one-worded text replies

			we barely talk anymore

			pain, it hurts

			rejected and neglected

			move on

			let go

			found someone new

			happy with someone new

			“i miss you” text

			(repeat)

		

		
			she, a sad melody.

			tired

			unable to sleep

			she sits under the moon

			pain swells her soul

			while reading these words

			with a heavy heart

			and a mind filled with questions

			she is strong but she feels broken

			she keeps fighting but she is tired

			she’s not perfect but she is trying

			she’s searching for peace

			in the night sky

			and tonight, she is you

		

		
			a heart at war.

			it’s fucked up but i’ll stay

			you screw me over but i’ll hold on

			constantly at war with my own heart

			my mind knows the truth

			but i find comfort in your lies

			i’m alone, even when next to you

			as if i’m the only one in this relationship

			alone but taken, alone and taken for granted

			but i’ll stay longer than i should

			waiting for you to become the person

			you promised you’d be

			this is my fight, this is my hell

		

		
			more and more.

			you are more than a hobby

			you are not his something to do

			whenever he’s bored

			you are more than the rumors

			they spill upon the canvas

			that is your name

			you are more than most men

			will be able to comprehend

			and that’s completely fine

		

		
			nine years.

			most truths

			are just pretty lies

		

		
			weeds in the end.

			and here you are

			you’ve reached the ending

			you’ve survived these pages

			this generation just like any

			other generation before it

			exchanging love for hate

			investing energy into places

			that weaken our hearts

			we take our seeds of hope

			and bury them deep

			in tainted soil

			and from those seeds

			resentment is grown

			pain has become our roots

			barely peeking from the ground

			trying to reach the skies

			but we’re stuck

			planting gardens in graves

		

		
			index.

		 
			#.

			2:25 a.m.

			2:58 a.m.

			4 a.m.

			
			a.

			abnormal.

			acceptance.

			after six.

			a heart at war.

			all a waste.

			all frauds.

			all seeing.

			all survived.

			all the time.

			alone with you.

			always you fighting.

			a message to men.

			and the story goes.

			a no-good cycle.

			another decoy.

			April 2014.

			a reason.

			a woman’s patience.

			b.

			bad or good.

			begin again.

			best for you.

			better now.

			better pursuit.

			blame.

			both broken.

			breaking bad habits.

			c.

			cold nothings.

			competitions.

			concealer.

			d.

			dark liquor.

			deposits.

			devil in the details.

			don’t blame yourself.

			do you want to.

			
			e.

			earn it.

			ease the pain.

			either way.

			elastic mind.

			emotional pursuit.

			empty and incapable.

			everything the same.

			everything you need.

			
			f.

			father wasn’t home.

			fed up entirely.

			feeling unknown.

			feels.

			felt stuck.

			fetishized.

			find the words and actions.

			first heartache.

			first time.

			for the better.

			for the broken girls.

			fresh hell.

			
			
			g.

			green thumb with love.

			
			h.

			haunting of old.

			heaven on fingertips.

			he’ll never understand.

			he’s not.

			he was.

			hiding.

			his expectations.

			hold on.

			honest lies.

			how love died.

			how or why.

			
			i.

			i don’t know.

			 
			in fall.

			inherited pain.

			instrument.

			in the silence.

			invisible wars.

			i see your truth.

			i stayed.

			i told him.

			it was you all along.

			i’ve done this.

			
			
			j.

			journeyman.

			just myself.

			just no.

			just trust me.

			
			
			k.

			kept telling myself.

			know all, say nothing.

			
			l.

			lakes to oceans.

			last night.

			like home.

			like mother.

			lions.

			lonely people.

			losing at love.

			loss.

			loss for love.

			love hell.

			love or war.

			lying there.

			
			m.

			many women.

			mind in gutters.

			miscarriage of love.

			mistakes and tombstones.

			more and more.

			more than.

			mothers and few fathers.

			my angel.

			my heaven.

			my own brokenness.

			my past.

			my search.

			my teachers.

		
			n.

			nagging.

			near death and listen.

			never easy.

			never reciprocated.

			new declarations.

			nightmares begin.

			nine years.

			no confusion.

			no faithfulness.

			no judgment here.

			nonsense, your love.

			no passion.

			no peace in lust.

			no permission.

			no rewards.

			no room.

			not for them.

			nothing inside.

			not rejection.

			not the damsel.

			
			o.

			October’s fall.

			offering.

			one time.

			one year, nine months.

			on guard.

			organic growth.

			our sides.

			own wounds.

			
			
			p.

			past lives.

			peace in the morning.

			planting.

			please never forget.

			please note.

			potentially I.

			potentially II.

			protect solitude.

			
			
			q.

			questionable restlessness.

			
			
			r.

			reentry.

			reflection of lies.

			rejected.

			remember, never forget.

			reminders for men.

			
			s.

			sacred.

			say nothing.

			say nothing, say all.

			seconds until.

			secured.

			self-serving love I.

			self-serving love II.

			self-serving love III.

			September 16th.

			shaming.

			sharp.

			she, a sad melody.

			soul first.

			stairway to loneliness.

			statistic.

			stay here.

			still of value.

			sweet lies.

			
			t.

			take time.

			tales of detachment.

			teach them.

			that process.

			the absence.

			the appeal.

			the dead.

			the emptiness of it all.

			the ending is the same.

			the friend.

			the manipulation.

			the midnight battle.

			the only way.

			the optimist.

			the option.

			the past lingers.

			there’s hope.

			the restless lovers.

			the unresolved.

			the virgins.

			the walking dead.

			they.

			they fear you.

			this very moment.

			this was your story.

			this, you and i.

			to carry on.

			to myself.

			too.

			to serve and protect.

			touch me.

			toward peace.

			truthfully.

			trying.

			
			
			u.

			uncaged.

			underneath.

			underneath it all.

			uneasy after hours.

			unhappiness allowed.

			unreliable friend.

			unsafe.

			upon death.

			up waiting.

			
			
			v.

			vice.

			
			w.

			wake in winter.

			wasting me.

			we do not.

			weeds in the end.

			what i fear.

			what is worth.

			what made no sense.

			what you were.

			when it’s real.

			when love is hate.

			why i kept you.

			wild but calm.

			with ease.

			without a home.

			wrong places.

			
			
			y.

			years ago.

			yesterday’s ghosts.

			yesterday until now.

			you and your story.

			you are.

			your ex.

			your fire.

			your love is not mine.

			your palms.

			your reason.

			you used me.

		

		
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					title

					in fall.

					alone with you.

					lions.

					the only way.

					like home.

					they fear you.

					the appeal.

					offering.

					nagging.

					just myself.

					sacred.

					you and your story.

					soul first.

					he’s not.

					sharp.

					the friend.

					just trust me.

					with ease.

					fresh hell.

					nonsense, your love.

					better now.

					another decoy.

					tales of detachment.

					the past lingers.

					ease the pain.

					when it’s real.

					how or why.

					please never forget.

					secured.

					for the better.

					underneath.

					April 2014.

					a message to men.

					seconds until.

					this was your story.

					i don’t know.

					it was you all along.

					green thumb with love.

					no judgment here.

					hold on.

					know all, say nothing.

					reminders for men.

					the optimist.

					find the words and actions.

					earn it.

					he’ll never understand.

					the dead.

					vice.

					the manipulation.

					everything the same.

					for the broken girls.

					protect solitude.

					self-serving love I.

					the emptiness of it all.

					and the story goes.

					you are.

					self-serving love II.

					not for them.

					not rejection.

					self-serving love III.

					not the damsel.

					concealer.

					say nothing.

					he was.

					that process.

					begin again.

					new declarations.

					i see your truth.

					competitions.

					no room.

					how love died.

					the ending is the same.

					more than.

					mind in gutters.

					one year, nine months.

					inherited pain.

					what made no sense.

					kept telling myself.

					on guard.

					fed up entirely.

					say nothing, say all.

					loss for love.

					take time.

					i told him.

					questionable restlessness.

					the walking dead.

					everything you need.

					wasting me.

					wrong places.

					i’ve done this.

					both broken.

					still of value.

					peace in the morning.

					to serve and protect.

					to carry on.

					unreliable friend.

					up waiting.

					empty and incapable.

					no rewards.

					uneasy after hours.

					we do not.

					own wounds.

					what you were.

					October’s fall.

					your reason.

					first time.

					no confusion.

					just no.

					best for you.

					unhappiness allowed.

					feeling unknown.

					potentially I.

					my search.

					potentially II.

					organic growth.

					my teachers.

					years ago.

					yesterday’s ghosts.

					hiding.

					miscarriage of love.

					your palms.

					wake in winter.

					4 a.m.

					your fire.

					no faithfulness.

					2:25 a.m.

					love hell.

					fetishized.

					my angel.

					honest lies.

					reentry.

					acceptance.

					shaming.

					truthfully.

					cold nothings.

					loss.

					statistic.

					elastic mind.

					2:58 a.m.

					all a waste.

					deposits.

					this, you and i.

					why i kept you.

					the absence.

					upon death.

					feels.

					the unresolved.

					a reason.

					lakes to oceans.

					father wasn’t home.

					you used me.

					mothers and few fathers.

					bad or good.

					my own brokenness.

					like mother.

					what is worth.

					my past.

					please note.

					lonely people.

					wild but calm.

					first heartache.

					underneath it all.

					nightmares begin.

					a no-good cycle.

					breaking bad habits.

					instrument.

					they.

					without a home.

					his expectations.

					love or war.

					a woman’s patience.

					heaven on fingertips.

					lying there.

					one time.

					better pursuit.

					past lives.

					all frauds.

					no permission.

					never reciprocated.

					my heaven.

					to myself.

					touch me.

					unsafe.

					the virgins.

					all seeing.

					this very moment.

					haunting of old.

					all the time.

					your love is not mine.

					blame.

					last night.

					invisible wars.

					losing at love.

					sweet lies.

					rejected.

					i stayed.

					in the silence.

					either way.

					planting.

					never easy.

					what i fear.

					the option.

					no passion.

					trying.

					toward peace.

					the restless lovers.

					there’s hope.

					your ex.

					all survived.

					our sides.

					teach them.

					September 16th.

					do you want to.

					emotional pursuit.

					don’t blame yourself.

					uncaged.

					the midnight battle.

					abnormal.

					remember, never forget.

					journeyman.

					yesterday until now.

					nothing inside.

					no peace in lust.

					dark liquor.

					felt stuck.

					too.

					stay here.

					always you fighting.

					near death and listen.

					mistakes and tombstones.

					devil in the details.

					reflection of lies.

					when love is hate.

					after six.

					many women.

					stairway to loneliness.

					she, a sad melody.

					a heart at war.

					more and more.

					nine years.

					weeds in the end.

					index.

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