To the love I lost but the me I gained back

In the end
I was only a person
caught up in an idea
that I could still make it work
I was still fighting
but you were already packing up

I was foolish enough to be lost
in a maze I was searching for a way out
out of love
I never found my way out
I learned to settle at a dead end
Of shivering nights and silent days

There was no love left but mine
and I had to give it to myself
because I needed love
and there was no one
Everyday I woke in that dead end
and I was alone

I learned to settle in that dead end
because I was too exhausted to find my way out
I was too lost to find my way out
I did not have to exhaust myself
in finding a way out
That was when it stopped being a maze

I made a home in that dead end
I found a home
a new start by the end of us
I wasn’t lost in a maze
It may have been a strange place without you
But it was the me I gained back

City of hearts

Beneath the glittered meadows of the black cloaked sky
where the buzzing lights don’t sleep
and cars flow like a school of fish in river traffic
flesh and bone feeds the soul obliviously
business is livelihood
hearts are traded for company

this is the breathing ball we set our feet

When you forget to remember

It’s all downhill from here

passion’s fading

it gets easier

you start to hear the birds chirp again

in the mornings

when you woke up in the smell of brewed coffee

in the nights when you’re okay

watching a movie by yourself

when you’re not with him

and not lonely at the same time

when you’re eating homecooked dinner

and you forget to remember him

 

Spread the love

you weren’t thought to grieve

you cannot make heroes out of people

but you cannot mend yourself either

when you’re too broken

too torn apart

you cannot

who will fix you then?

who will be there for you then?

when it’s been weeks since you had a glimpse of sunshine

when it’s been raining all week

you’re drowning in your own tears

this is what you do

listen carefully

you cannot make heroes out of people

and you’re too broken to fix yourself

you let the time past

you carry on broken

until broken is normal

one day you’re going to meet someone

whose a little too broken to love you

but you’re going to love

yes, you cannot make heroes out of people

but love makes the human of us

maybe not heroes with superpowers

but a man who can still love when broken

you are like a broken vase

there is art in your cracks

you are beautiful

we are all broken

you too will remain broken

but you will continue to love

you are going to love

and will find love

from someone who gives a value

in the art of a broken vase