This is a poem that I wrote about a month ago about saying goodbye to this chapter of my life. It is a bittersweet thing; bitter since my life here did not work out despite how hard I tried to make my house a home and my relationship a family, but sweet since I am excited for the next chapter.
This is a poem that I wrote about how we as a people tend to complain about other people constantly, and how we often find ourselves missing the very things about that person that we used to complain about when they are out of our lives.
This is a poem that I wrote recently in a unique style, comparing my battle with emotions to a medieval battle. I have some internal and external enemies that are attacking, so I am mentally and emotionally preparing for them to come.
This is a poem that I wrote about how I am a doer and I always do what I say I'd like to do, and how people make promises that they don't keep and how, in truth, hypotheticals are just lies.
This is a poem that I wrote reiterating to someone that they are more, sweet, creative, and beautiful than they think and deserve better than the people that they surround themselves by.
This is a poem that I wrote about trying to remember the beautiful memories with someone despite being cast aside by that person.
This is a poem that I wrote earlier today about how we never know who the monsters are. Often it is hard to tell who is our society is truly cruel inside and who might want to hurt their neighbors or loved ones.
This is a poem about how since I was a teenager I have dreamed of one day having a daughter named Lilly. I'm not even sure why, I just love the name and have always wanted that. The last person that I loved thought this was very sweet, and while I thought that she might be Lilly's mother, it appears that I still need to find her.
This is a very personal poem that I wrote several weeks ago. I had been content for about a year since first moving here to Maine; not happy or sad, just content. Suddenly a beautiful girl pursued me unexpectedly, and we fell head over heels in love and began moving super quickly; it just felt right. I went from content, to euphorically happy, to devastated and heart broken in the matter of two months, all from a Facebook friend request.
This is a poem that I wrote recently about wishing the best for someone who broke my heart. A lot of people respond to pain with hatred, but I find that responding with love is more therapeutic. Good people can cause you pain, but that doesn't mean that they are a bad person.