First time I feel the sun (Poem #51)

The clouds are starting to part,

The downpour is turning to a drizzle,

And I can finally feel the warmth,

Rays are starting to hit my cheeks,

and for the first time in awhile I can feel the sun.

Are you sure? (Poem #38)

I was told to not keep writing the same thing,

Because the same thing is comfortable,

It is safe…

I was told to be vulnerable,

and open up.

But I don’t want to!

I don’t want to!

I want to be comfortable,

and only show you a few parts of me,

because well that is all I know of me…

I don’t know what I will say,

and what demons will come out.

So you want me to be vulnerable?

Are you sure you can handle it?

I hate love (poem #36)

I hate love,

I do,

because it sucks,

you have to open up to someone,

and you give them parts of you that can crush you,

but you do it because you want to,

you want to give them all of you,

and to grow with them,

you want them to be able to walk through all the walls you put up,

because for some crazy reason the pain they could cause is worth each smile,

each kiss

each memory…
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So yea I hate love,

but I love love so much because I hate it so much.

Something about a that chair (Poem #15)

Sitting in a room,

talking to someone you barely know…

It’s hard…

That’s putting it nicely.

You see the room becomes all that more intersting,

because you are avoiding all the thoughts that crawl on those walls,

and you wonder how many sad stories that wind could whisper if the windows were open,

and how many tear the chairs have caught,

or how many times someone has fallen apart and left everything that was broken lying on that floor….

So to say the least the room is ominous…

but something about them breaks you down,

as if you didn’t say everything you have been holding back,

that somehow you would be letting the room down…

and then it starts,

You just open up!