Curtain call

I kissed you

And felt nothing.

Talked to you

And felt nothing.

Held hands with you

And felt nothing.

When did you

Become my nothing?


I told you

Maybe someday.

You told me

Maybe one day.

But for one day

All I felt is



You call me, immature now

I tell you, you’re mature how?

By telling me, I was nothing

And acting like, I was something?

Boy, stay out of my head .


Took a while, for me to realize,

Your arms are not, my paradise.

You were an act, never in the now

So baby, please take a bow,

As the curtain drops .


What I knew of you

Was a dream you.

All the stranger

Is the real you.

And now I touch you

And it’s nothing

I talk to you

And it’s nothing.

I see you,

You are nothing.

You were an act, never in the now

So baby, please take a bow .

As the curtain drops.





The promise of love

Is not enough

The preception of comfort

Is not enough

Everytime I hope

You crush it

You make me feel

Less than

Not enough.

Can it just be enough

For me to give up

On the idea of us?

Because you,

The you I love

Is nothing but

An illusion

And that is

Not enough.




Lately I feel like I am in a bubble

One that I created by myself

And I don’t know why.

What am I running from?

Who am I punishing?

Why am I putting myself in situations

Where I feel less than?

Why am I isolating myself to a point

Of no return, letting go of relationships

I hold dear and then hating myself for it

What’s with the stupid punishment?

Let’s take an oath to love ourselves,

The way the people around us do

Because if you and I can’t love ourselves

All that’s in the world is time passing by

And us waiting for the day

When time starts to slow

And we regret all the time we spent putting ourselves down

While we should have been bring ourselves up.




We are puzzle pieces

That don’t belong together

But I keep pushing

But I keep losing.

It’s frustrating.


You remember

The feeling?

Of trying to put

A circle into a square?

That’s what it

Feels like.

Like I am on the

Wrong side.

For trying to do this.


There’s no real reason

For me to keep you.

But it’s like my pride

Has made it

Its mission.


My world would be better

If I stop with you.

But I keep playing

I keep saying,

There is something.

When there is nothing.

You aren’t my puzzle piece.


Cloud 9

Today feels like
We are at the
Brink of paradise
And it’s driving
Me crazy,
In a good way.

I feel a fragile
Happiness grow
Within me.
And I tiptoe
Around it,
Hoping it won’t

I am at the edge
And I look beyond,
A glow is at the
Horizon of promise.
But I know
Promises can be broken
So I stand still.

And still I will stand
At the brink,
Until I am ready to fall.
For happiness
And trust that
God will land me safely
Down where my feet
Can hit the clouds.