I was everything
that you could not
You were the umbrella
and I,
the tsunami.
You were the house
and I,
the cyclone.
You were the forest
and I,
the wildfire.
But you insisted
on bending me
to your will.
You tried
and tried
and tried
and every time,
I could not be contained.
You cannot conquer force
with force,
with power.
In the face of all that I am,
my might is to be borrowed.
Absorb it,
and flow with the elements
that rage within my soul.
Only then
will you know
what true freedom
And I will
be free.



Ironic Judgement

I hope
that one day,
be it tomorrow
or ten years from now,
you wake up
and realize
that I truly did care
for you.
I can guarantee
that you are going to miss me
being there for you,
putting up
with all of your messes,
to give up
or give in
when you gave me
every reason under the sun
to do so.
I promise
that you will regret
everything little thing
you did to let me go;
all the damage
you infilicted
upon my mind and heart.
But when that day comes,
you will turn back
expecting me to be there,
like I used to,
and I won’t be waiting for you
Though I was worthless to you,
your heart will break
and you will finally miss me
when you see me in the arms
of someone to whom
I am priceless.

It’s funny,
I learned more about my worth
from someone who did not appreciate it,
than I did,
from myself.



You have never listened to me,
not once,
in the years that I have known you.
So if you find this,
I need you
to read what I have to say;
Find yourself.
Remember what it feels like
to wake up early,
and sip coffee
as the sun peaks out
over the amber hills.
what holding the hand
of someone who loves you
feels like.
Remember the rush
of reading your favorite book
under the night sky
next to your dog.
Remember the feeling
of sitting in a hot jacuzzi
as cool rain
dances in the steam
coming off your freckle-kissed
Find yourself;
maybe then,
you will find me,


End of Line

I saw your picture today.
It just sort of
popped up
in the midst of closing
old programs
on my phone.
I never remembered your eyes
being so brown,
like desert sage
after a nourishing
summer storm.
I had forgotten
just how daintily
your chestnut hair would waltz
above your collarbone
and how,
even though you were embarassed
of your smile,
it would always stun me
in ways my heart
could not explain.
It’s sad,
how one person can be your world
one day,
and the next
just another forgotten picture
on your phone.