Long brown hair Sparkling eyes A smile that’ll melt your heart Hilarious wit and sarcasm A dorky side Eye rolls, coffee, goofy faces, skulls And so many wounds Long legs Full lips Natural Graceful Dark And an opposite light that’ll change your life if you can get her to shine A love for animals And books And poems And music She’s easy to love Even with: A past that haunts her A marriage between strangers Living in a home that belongs

I never expected to fall in love with you So please understand I’ve never known how to love you Love I am certain this is What else could shake a man like this? You were supposed to teach me how to love you Your eyes replace mine sometimes And I see things the way you do But only when you let me see all of you; only when you honestly share your view So much space between us now Slipping into strangers That’s where

We don’t get peace, Love We get each other And all of the storms And wounds And shadows That rage inside of us We don’t get peace, Babe We get love We get to try it all over again And this time we are forced to get it right And we don’t get to choose how we are loved Our only choice is in how we give it So settle into my love It isn’t perfect And you need to teach me a few things But it is true You are burdened with me And I am blessed with you CH 11/10/26

He was a pretty good kid but she took his gentleness for granted, before she killed him with poison. Now, a year later, she has the audacity to hunger for the version of him who existed before her reckoning. She never could see the damage she did. . . . You broke me like a child's toy when I was just a sweet naive boy, and then you decided I was too broken to stay with. What a spoiled kid. But you were broken when I fell in love with you, and I stayed through everything. I

Too broken to be together Too in love to stay apart Too prideful to ask for help Too hurt to let the other in again Too poisoned Too much Not enough Too little Too late Bad timing Too much pain in the healing Too much to trust Too much damage has been done Not enough forgiveness Too many conversations without listening Too anxious Too independent Too afraid Too chained to the past Too afraid to repeat everything again Too fragile to be admired Too flawed for

From the ground up We build it all again From the legs this time What a story to tell From the bottom From the dirt From nothing With nothing With no one by our side We rise What a beautiful opportunity To begin again Broken people still live They survive When others would die Broken people survive There’s something inside That keeps us alive A moment A feeling A belief That we can still shine That someone will love us again That we still have so much love to give This one’s

“What's the point of strength again?” To protect those who can't protect themselves. “And who have you been protecting?” . . . . Myself. “They need you out there.” I know. “What will you do?” I don't know. CH 11/7/26

Sometimes we will only feel the responsibility to be good after being confronted with horrifying evil. CH 11/7/26

Here’s the thing, chicken wing, I’m only slightly insane. Yep. It’s true. The reality you experience doesn’t suit me. So, I’ve created my own. I no longer live in the same world as you. I feel things differently. That stage that you play on got dull. It got greedy. I couldn’t sing those songs. No, I tell stories to the trees and people call me crazy. But the trees talk back if I sit and listen. In this world, everything works out for me. In this world, I am not anxious; this

Someone will love the love you give. Someone has been waiting for it. Someone is hungry for it. Someone is hoping you'll find them soon. Someone is ready to love you. It's a big world, full of lots of wonderful people, so please know it's true when we say someone is ready to love you, and someone will love the way you love them. Don't give up yet. CH 11/5/26

We do not get to choose how we are loved no, the only choice we get in life is how we love Remember me before I forget you Remember who I used to be before the reckoning Stop and breath today I am not what you need Not now Not like this A broken piece With so much grief crashing underneath everything Unwell Out of wishes Bleeding again This mirror is too clear now I don’t like my reflection Empty seats Unsaid things The canary sings her warning This is the end

Take all the pain you've felt and in this moment put it into these words let a poem be your help with every ounce of suffering you place here the pain will melt take all the weight and all of the regrets and drop it move forward after this a little lighter brighter than before leave your aches in these lines leave the past behind and find your way cry into the letters bleed into the pages and then when the poem ends let it all go Breathe from you soul And Let it all

It’s not fair that she has access to me through shitty poetry and I have nothing. This voice This poetry It isn’t me It is a copy I made in 2013 The original became a fighter But I became a writer He broke his body But I broke my mind And she broke the world’s heart Let me go, Love Before shitty poetry becomes The only thread holding us It can’t fix this It was meant to grieve It was meant to destroy who I used to be It was meant to admire It can’t save such a beautiful

A fish fell in love with a bird; weird, I know She’d fly to the bank of the lake and look down where the fish would be waiting looking up at a love barely out of reach Although muffled, they could hear each other speak and every day around midday they met to talk The fish wished he could leave the water and the bird wished she had gills they were too different, from different worlds one flew while the other swam they had different paths, different plans a fish could never

Let these words travel up your thighs There is no goodbye between soul ties You might be tongue tied But my tongue hungers to taste you A poem can touch more than the soul It can touch you softly, right where you need it the most Make love to what your ghost wrote Out of your head and into your body There is beauty There is hope Take it all in And if it’s too deep I’ll go easy We should be in bed, your body intertwined with mine My head should be between your legs Digg

Hello moon It’s good to see My you’re big tonight You almost light up the night Is she looking up at you, too? Say hi to the tides for me They washed me out to sea once But spat my back out Say hi to her, too You always are, aren’t you? Right here, yet, so far Do you see us? If so, how’s the view? Do you see us like we see you? A distant thing Floating in space What’s it like to be you? You seem alive I bet you are For the briefest of moments You are in the sky with the sun

Here's a peace offering A white flag And some bread to break Here’s a plan stapled to a man Eternity in a grain of sand A fading map And some cookies to bake Here’s a mistake A love letter And an earth quake Everything shakes when you leave Everyone else goes Everyone knows what we’ve seen And no one but us believes Here’s a song A dog And a riddle or two Here’s me Here’s you And here’s everything we’ve been through Here’s everything I didn’t hear And all of our biggest fears

This'll never reach her and pain is the best teacher so blast this one through every speaker until it's known in the soul of every wolf and blackbird Alone is the ego, cold and beaten broken are the bones that help a man stand but the indomitable human spirit rages demanding a final stand Life's not over, just the love is Love exists in everything Good eyes, young man we had almost forgotten Love exists in everything Blind is the man following

the Gods cry today and that's the rain that pelts the face a love they believed in is in ruins two souls are defying their will cutting their ties to fate walking alone, missing the other side of their soul stepping over puddles hiding under blankets blocking out everything with blackout curtains the Gods were certain they'd make it the two were their favorite a true love story a beautiful thing two broken people meeting and healing staying and forgiving learning and

Friends and family had gathered. It was evening and the last light from the sun was fading. “Does anyone know why they called us all here?” someone asked. “No idea.” “They said there would be food? Where's the food?” In walked the bride and groom, a cold wind escorting them. “What's this all about?” a young man, with blonde hair, blue eyes and a sad smile, asked. “It's a funeral,” she said, in all black. “Who died?” “Our relationship,” he said, also in all black. “You two