I looked into your eyes and saw a beautiful mind, everything you look at, everything you touch, everything you do and say you do it in a beautiful way.
You, yourself are a beautiful person in everything single away.

Walking in the cold rain
Alone and
Going nowhere
Just hiding tears in raindrops

Always dreaming of being lost
Lost and then
The endless fall
The gasping awakening

But always the rain will end
And sunrise
Put an end
To the cruelty of night

And life will begin in warmth
And hope
Blossoms into
The sweetest softest petals

                                           By Phil Roberts

I lay staring,
Still against the quiet groaning of a heart
Which weeps way beyond my reach,
Sighing beyond the shallows
Where I hide.

do not let him take a part of you with him when he leaves
you will receive no portion of him to carry with you like an unlucky charm
and he does not deserve any bit of you if he declares he is leaving


you cannot think of this as a loss of your other half
for you are not a half but a whole, passionate, ferocious being
with teeth sharper than he knew what to do with
a love stronger than he could’ve ever returned


and one day
he may be prepared
but you must let him know that it is too late


for you will find someone else
who lifts from the knees to take on your heart
and they will give you stability
and they will carry it well
and you’ll be strong enough by then
to carry theirs in return


and you realize you are two individuals
and not fragmented halves

plant yourself like a tree in my chest, root into my bones until there's nothing left dividing us

Nicotine*

I could hold your hand
through the hottest weather
(Your magnetic pull never
fails to draw me in),
I could stick to your chest
the same way my
sweat soaked hair sticks
to the back of my neck.
I could pillow fight my way
through sadness with you,
even though that's exhausting
with only a small, stand up fan
as the source of cold air
on a 40 degree day.

My feet were sore in the end
but it was worth every second I
got to walk besides you,
even when it felt like my feet
could not possibly
take another step.
And I love that eager, anticipating
look on your face as you searched
for your favourite collection of cars,
and I hope I am enough to wipe off
that look of disappointment
and sadness I saw cross your face
when you didn't find any.

The train rides are my favourite -
places where you can squeeze
my hand harder for
no apparent reason,
places where you can pull me in
for a tighter embrace,
the place where I could have
had a small nap
but instead kept myself awake
by counting the
freckles on your arm;
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