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I wish i knew the art of letting go.

THE TRUTH ABOUT YOUR HEART
          
          
          Your heart would fix itself.
          It's your mind you need to worry about.
          Your mind when you locked the memories,
          Your mind where you kept pieces of the one that hurt you,
          That still cut through you like a shards of glass.
          
          
          Your mind will keep you up at night, make you cry,
          destroy you over and over again.
          
          
          You need to convince your mind that it has to let go..
          because your heart already knows how to heal
          
          -Nikita Gill

they say that happiness will find you,
          but I think sadness finds you too,
          it sneaks up on you in darkness,
          just when you think you've made it through,
          it opens holes in what was solid ground,
          the kind you never know are there,
          until you go to take another step,
          and find you're standing over air,
          the world around you passes by,
          in blurs of colour and sound,
          nothing around you making sense,
          as you continue your plummet down,
          you can't remember how it started,
          and you don't know when it will end,
          but you know that you'd give anything,
          to stand up on your feet again,
          sadness is that feeling,
          when the feeling doesn't stop,
          and it saps your life of meaning,
          and all the good things that you've got,
          so when you finally hit rock bottom,
          and you look back up at the sky,
          what you once had seems so far away,
          the only thing left to do is cry,
          people all yell out "save yourself",
          calling things about "happiness" and "hope",
          but they're too busy with their life to realise,
          it'd be a lot quicker if they let down a rope.
          
          
          ~e.h

Its funny how my heart still skip a beat everytime i see your name in my notification. 

The kind of smile that would be to cruel not to kiss.

I love her
          not for the way
          she danced
          with my angels
          but for the way
          the sound of her name
          could silence 
          my demons.
          
          Christopher Poindexter

You have always told me
          there are no words
          you have been able to find
          that make sense of what
          is inside you.
          
          but why you should weary with that
          my love?
          for words are just tiny winds
          with sounds of different arrangements,
          and even if you
          are never able to find 
          the right ones,
          
          by God if they never come,
          know this; 
          you have always made sense to 
          me.
          even when you are nothing
          but shattered pieces.
          
          
          Christopher Poindexter