I thought pulling myself, out of the darkness would be the hardest part.

Now I realize, it’s learning to live without it.

Twilight Zone.

Today I looked in the mirror and thought, “wow you look beautiful”

Thinking about it now.

It has been almost a year since I have seen myself and thought beauty.

You can think you love yourself.

Have this thing called “self love”.

but until you see a reflection you love.

Until it’s beauty and not hate.

Until then,

We are lying to our very own face.

Reflections.

I am starting to think

there is no such thing as

“coincidental”

I am starting to think

its just a...

Trust Fall.

I feel like the moon.

constantly, changing phases.

going from a sliver of light.

to a full moon.

I feel like the moon.

always chasing the sun.

looking forward to,

fuller nights.

amongst the,

darkest days.

Luna.

I feel as though my life

is now full of blank pages.

just waiting to be filled.

However,

not having the motivation to write them.

How do I create a new story?

one without you.

Midnight Worries.

All love poems are about falling in love.

or having your heartbroken.

no one talks about falling out of love.

the pain you cause.

the guilt you live with.

falling out love doesn’t mean you stop caring.

staying with them doesn’t mean you are malicious.

there is no right way to end a relationship.

someone always gets hurt.

bottom line.

what’s worse?

staying because you don’t want to hurt them?

or leaving because you know you no longer love them?

Heads or Tails.

When do you feel the loneliness?

Mine?

When I see others out having fun.

Yet, I realized something very recently.

Sometimes,

you can be the loneliest even in a crowded room.

See, if you are not happy with yourself.

Eventually you will end up lonely.

because, in the end

with time,

you only have yourself.

being lonely doesn’t mean being by yourself

alone.

it means being trapped

with thoughts of not being happy

alone.

The Difference.

When did I become bitter?

When did I begin to see red?

I wonder now will I not taste as sweet?

Will I still meet my future’s needs?

Will I still bring them to their knees?

but now you see,

even the sweetest of fruits

eventually turn sour.

Ripe.

Almost everyday I have a moment of awe.

that the person on the bus next to me also experiences life.

has a family

flaws

troubles

successes

failures

worries

dreams.

I try to remember that.

because then I don’t feel so alone.

knowing others have been where you are.

knowing they survived too,

and sometimes worse.

I wish we could all write books.

I would love to know your story.

you may think it’s flawed.

I find it inspirational.

Autobiography.