Regretting the past
crying our eyes out
will never bring back the joy
of our youthful times.
Generously giving ourselves
only to end up empty.

Regretting the past
crying our eyes out
will never bring back the joy
of our youthful times.
Generously giving ourselves
only to end up empty.

I still wonder what’s inside the seemingly hollowed shell. Appears to be, shallow and unyielding, but I really think there is more to it than what’s in the surface. It may be just waiting to be discovered, and pry out of it’s lovely mysterious covering.

It saddens me to look at you now
your dark side left you living in a cave
an empty shell of the former you I used to know.
Your eyes has this permanent glaze that refuses
to focus on people that cares about you deeply.
It hurts me that you haven’t spoken in years.
You sit there in silence, most of the time you
blend in with the wall.You are right there but
you are missing.
It breaks my heart that I wasn’t there to help you.
figure things out about your illness until it was too late.
I am so sorry, I do not know how else to get through you.
You seem very far away and was gone a long time ago even before
we recognized the symptoms.
If only it is easy to erase you from my mind just like deleting a word I typed on my laptop. If only I could turn back time and hold my words in my tongue before saying them.
If only I could see you again, talk to you, hold you in my arms one more time. If only…
Keep shining, you are the best star one could ever have
You can be every little thing you want to be or the biggest
thing you ever wanted to be. Keep shining your light
upon yourself and upon others. Remember… you have a
strong body and a strong mind. Keep shining!

He said “lets play princess and pirates where princess are being rescued by pirates because they are helpless and vulnerable”. I hesitated for a little bit to wrap my brain around what he said… Does he really think women are helpless? Does he really think women are vulnerable…?
Oh Geez! is this guy a male chauvinist? I hope not…because I really like him and because I want to see him often.
I wish I could write more about you, about how you make me feel and how you made me feel. I wish I could say them to you in real time in real life. I wish.

I seek asylum from myself
often hiding behind my poetry.
Desperately holding on to
the jagged edge
of my fragmented heart.

