Everyone said Poets had it Easy

If you let it, some poetry will kill you from the inside out. Before you even realize or have a chance to stop it, it'll turn your heart into stone while cutting off your brains control and access to your tear ducts and you'll be a heartless, crying mess. Poetry is like a hard drug you can't quit, always looking for the next fix. Even though you know it's terrible for you and going to ruin you, you'll search for it everywhere, hastily and obsessively, like the worst kind of addict. It will make a mess of you and you will make a mess of it, looking like a drunk stumbling out of a bar at 2am. Closing time, there's no room in here for love. 

I Won't Break Down

You saved me just to break me
You made me just to leave
You found me and you lost me

The pain it comes in waves
Swimming in it
I don't feel anything anymore
My walls are closing in

Down I go, up I fall
Flailing, drowning
Can't hold on
Not at all

The Stranger and The Transition

This is something that I wrote about the transition which exists between any two people who enter a relationship and end it, for whatever reasons, at whatever time. It's an odd phenomena and my friend and I had a conversation about it which gave me some insight and an ability to put the phenomena in actual words.

From strangers to more to strangers again~~

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Two people who start out as nothing

Basically strangers

You could practically see each other on the street

And have only a flickering, or a glimpse of recognition

No memories or associations

Nothing to tie one to the other

Nothing to smile about or think about as you fall asleep

Then you become friends; someone to talk to and converse

Chatting, sharing thoughts and ideas

Laughing platonically

And so quickly you become more

The transition happens so fast

Sometimes the line blurs and you hardly notice

A happy haze

Suddenly you're lovers

Two people on the same wavelength

The most beautiful thing

At the right time or at the wrong time

Intimacies beyond just "close"

And then suddenly or maybe not so sudden

You're strangers again

But this time it's different than before

No longer can one say "You’re unrecognizable"

Because your breath may hitch in your throat

At the sight of their face

Someone who changed you

Or just impacted you

In one way or a thousand

Things are significant now

Memories loom in the air

And now you're familiar strangers

No longer able to pass them by like they don't exist