M & M Poetry

They always try to make you remember after you have finally forgotten

And sometimes, people have to be moved from the list of things you love to the things you used to love

We often sacrifice pieces of ourselves just to feel wanted

Remind yourself that he never intended on staying You were more vacation destination than home You had already started hanging up framed memories as he was packing up his suitcase to leave

Do not hold on to the potential of what could have been. If it should have been, it would have been.

I am not a sore throat. I am the sound of a heart attack on the other end of a stethoscope, reminding the sick that there is still hope for humanity as long as one mans heart continues to struggle for truth

I am not a collection of good quotes that need validation from vain lines I am a journal of suicide bombings and blasted windows that only give way to real words after I’ve slaughtered my insecurity

After you left I became friends with the sun only so he could deliver messages between our shadows My friends look at me weird for whispering “I love you” to the ground everyday around 5pm, I tell them that’s how we communicate in a world where once my California sun sets she finds love in London sunrises as long as she's not afraid of her shadow

Breath…is just a test to see if you still exist so breathe deep…

We must stop to smell the roses before we're buried beneath them.

Loneliness is not an excuse for recklessness.

How can I miss something so badly that was never mine to begin with?

This might sound strange, but I don't know if I actually like being called "beautiful." I'd prefer you tell me that I inspire you to be better, that I motivate you to chase your dreams, that I am encouraging and loving, that I have a beautiful heart. Tell me something substantial. Compliment my character. Outer "beauty" is overrated.

He says he's not ready to be with me yet. If the day ever comes that he is ready, I won't be waiting anymore.

I miss you, but I miss myself more

Your own selfishness hinders you from being great.