You’re not perfect

I’ve seen that many people allow emotions to get the best of them.

When there’s really no room for emotions in the big leagues.

Passion? Yes. That’s different.

But being clouded by the insecurities is a huge vulnerability.

That’s what I think and have seen around me.

So instead of dwelling on our shortcomings, I instinctively feel we should focus
our time and triple down on our strengths and passion.

Because we all have so many shortcomings.

No one’s perfect.

No one.

Not even you.

So stop acting like one.

Love

the love that
made you
was simple as
the sounds
at dinner:

clinks of pan
on stove, scraping-back of chair,
hummed melodies,
and intimate dialogues.

Rejection

Rejection is not failure.

Failure is not trying.

At all.

Strength

“Your vulnerability makes you
anything but weak.

To show your heart
despite the trials
you’ve faced — that is the purest form of strength.”

– Someone on YouTube

Generalizing

arguing about politics
blaming guns, blaming you
drying conversations with past
cleaning up the future
young ones going green
gloating the status quo
aged cackling drinking martinis
complaining about their lives

all men are dickheads.

Those words

I live those words.

I breathe those words.

Those words, your words, made me feel I was never alone.

They made me feel that there’s someone out there for me.

Your words were honest with me

and I was honest with your words.

Reading them, knowing how you felt, how you were lonely sometimes, and afraid too, but always standing up, the way you looked at the world, felt its color, smelled its textures, and sounds, I felt your thoughts, hopes, desires and dreams.

I felt I was thinking and feeling and dreaming with you.

I dreamed of what you dreamed of, and wanted what you wanted.

And then I realized,

that truly

I just wanted

you.

Every other freckle

she wanted
to be
rich

to look good
in that
red dress

and be
the one who
takes my breath
away

but i wanted
someone
that would look good
by a stream

with freckles like
sparks
to stain
the ashy sky.

It’s not easy

“I’m broken.”
She said.
“I’m hurt. Afraid.”

He looked into her eyes,
those beautiful eyes
that made the stars jealous
of the way they
shone

and said

“I’ve never met
a strong person
with an easy past.”

Better off

sometimes
i think

i’d be
better off

without me.

Jealous

and the stars twinkled,
the moon stared,
the breeze held its breath,
the whole earth stopped for a while.

as they all watched carefully
jealous of the way

she shone.