I have been here before naught
With thoughts that I’ve already thought
Words that at some point I’d written
Memories I swore would remain hidden
Yet they scream to break free
And my bleeding soul is the fee
My piercing eyes were the only pair
That looked beyond skin that was fair
To the rough patches of her soul
The chamber that was hers sole
She looked pretty in her smile & laughter
But the beauty was in her cries & anger
My love for her was like the air
Invisible yet was always there
Always felt without being seen
Covering many of her secret sins
Though not all stories are lovable sentences
I felt poetry possess all my senses
Loving her was not easy but tough
Nothing you did could ever be enough
For she did not really love herself
So I kept some of my love to myself
KJ πβπΎπ°πͺ









