I hope one day you’ll see your reflection without tears in your eyes

You said you loved me, I said I loved you back. What happened to that?

I daydream about what would happen if I ever saw you again Maybe it would be in a bookstore or a coffee shop or a grocery store Maybe you would be alone or with your new girl I would be with my family or with a boy who treats me so much better We would make eye contact Or maybe you wouldn’t see me at all But I am certain you would However I would just see right through you, because you are no longer real to me But perhaps you would try to resuscitate me like a dead flower you try to revive by intense watering You can try and act like we are still alive Except honey I died awhile ago So if we do ever meet again Don’t try to make small talk Just take in the image of me Because I don’t even want to picture you anymore

I am sorry that I may forget that I have you from time to time, that I forget to share the burden I have on my shoulder and the wrinkles on my forehead. I was always alone in my battles, so please forgive me when I forget to take you along with me sometimes.

The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.

The less you respond to rude, critical, argumentative people … the more peaceful your life will become.

Why hurt someone whose only intention was to love you?

I hate the idea of lonely. And I hate the reality of attachment.

To The Best Friend I Lost

Death of a Cactus

I am a poet, a writer, an artist. He is my poetry, my subject, my masterpiece.