Author: headgeek

My love for you is like a bird The Albatross around my neck. Yet my poems go unheard Because you don’t give a fuck.

She is broken. She is hurting. She is beyond My help.  Still I love her.

The more you love, the more you will hurt.

Nothing burns like the cold, The freezing of your soul Pains me more than you know, Heart’s death, so slow.

Do not mistake my confidence For mere arrogance: I have earned these scars.

When your friends are broken They will cut you When you try to pick up The pieces.

The writer perceives beauty, The subtle silent story And unsung poetry In all things.

There is no such thing as perfect love, Nor perfect writing. But with both I strive.

I will not “Honor your wishes.” I will not empower the addict. I will fight. I will fight you, And I will fight for you Because that is love. Even if you hate me For trying to save you From yourself.

We are the sculptor and the clay, Forming ourselves anew every day.