I don’t want my poems to mean one thing.I want them to mean many different things to many different people.Freedom of interpretation.

When you said you loved meI thought you meant you’d stayI never expected it to end this waySo now I have to get through my dayWithout you

Every human is a poetAlthough they might not know itThe beating of their heartThe things that tear them apartTheir pure existence is poetryOh how I hope they setthemselves free

I admire people who can cryin front of others. Who have the strength to cry at the sad part of a movie. They don’t hide their broken heart. Being unashamed to be human.