A Haiku For You

Well, I loved you then,

I love you now, and I will

love you forever.

Although you only

ever “loved” me because of

how much I love you.

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There comes a time

To say goodbye

But we have to try

Not to cry

Because we know you won’t die

Instead, you will be born again

No worries, no pain

Only strength you will gain

We will not lose you

We will still have our


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Dreams Are A Bitch That Get Fucked By Reality

Up all day, up all night.

This is a lonely war that I fight

in my head, in my mind.

Shit, there is no worse kind

of regret.

You can bet

that any thought that scares me,

is worse than your worst nightmares

Feel that sinking,

hearts aren’t syncing,

I lay in bed thinking…

and I’m drinking…

eyes are blinking…

gotta stay awake.

Awake because,

even though the thought

of every fucking thing

I’ve done wrong is brought

down on me in my conscious mind,

I’d take that hell over any kind

of sweet release in a dream

where every bad thing may seem

to be better.

Why? Because I know better.

When that dream is over,

no matter how hard I try,

there’s nothing more than to wake up to hell again…

or die.

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Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you.

I remember when we used to cuddle on the couch,

I’ve grown too much for the both of us to fit.

I used to run to you wwith every “boo-boo” and “ouch,”

and you always knew just how to fix it.

I remember we would listen to “Butterfly Kisses,”

now whenever I hear that song I tear up.

Like the girl in the song, I grew up and what I miss is

being little, but you’ll never be “losing your baby girl.”


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A Heart Made Of Glass

That there is glass that you hold in your hand,

made with only the finest of sand.

Take care of it, it’s one of a kind.

If you break it, you’ll hurt me and I may lose my mind.

Be careful, otherwise it could shatter,

but maybe by then, to you it won’t matter.

It will most likely only matter to me.

The shards will make cuts and blood will run free.

Now you listen up, or someone could get hurt.

Don’t you dare treat this treasure of mine like dirt.

Wait , what the – you didn’t listen at all!

You’ve gone and dropped it! You let it fall!

Go on and look! Look at what you’ve done!

It’s broken to pieces! How dare you just up and run!

This was mine,  you destroyed it… this isn’t fair…

And just like as I feared… you don’t even care.

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It’s a dwelling love that doesn’t want to leave.

It clings to me like your smell,

And it doesn’t want to let go.

It throbs ike the hurt of an old soul.

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The tears I cried for days,

soon accumulated

into a small pond.

Wildflowers started to

sprout like weeds around

the crystal clear water.

Trees, grass, and daisies

were growing everywhere.

Little animals would come

to drink from my sorrow,

and would thrive off of my tears.

My sadness created

a lovely oasis

for others to gain from,

And that was okay

because I was helping them.

There is a tragic beauty

in having your heart broken.

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