young in the stars -poetry collection

falling apart

here is where the pain is

right in my heart

i have no words for what you've done to me

but a blank page would be too innocent and clean 

for all your cruelty.

my monsters are jealousy and comparison

hiding under my bed

just waiting to come around to haunt me. 

we're suppose to draw our insecurities

and line by line

I draw mine.

we're supposed to let our soul speak

and word by word

everything's blurred. 

we're supposed to show our masterpiece

and eye by eye

i want to cry

we're supposed to tell what we drew

and view by view

I talk about you.

we're supposed to explain our fear

and as I refer

you know I drew her. 

your words hitting me

like paindrops full of power

accusations running down my neck

freezing and breathing 

to cope with your lies. 

a thousand faces,

a thousand words,

a thousand songs

will always remind me of our broken romance

your tears on my skin,

burning memories of your past

checkmate boy!

I'm better than you

but not only this time.

i won the whole awful game.

it started with a whisper

and ended with a shout.

blood running from his heart,

pain in his eyes,

he's badly broken,

beaten by some hidden emotions

overwhelming his little boyness. 

I need to stop finding excuses

for giving you second chances

over and over again