So hello men, women, children and everything in between! Right now you are looking at my heart, soul, mind because that is what I put into every poem I write.
The Fog That Clouds My Mind
Isn’t it funny how the smoke outside no matter how thick and dense, can never truly compare to the smoke inside my brain
I Can’t Show It
Do you ever get the feeling that you wish you could cry but you can’t because if you do that you know you truly given up
My Future Self
I hate to imagine but I can see my little girl asking my husband “daddy why is mommy crying?”
And the only thing he could ever tell her is
“ because mommy’s been broken by people she loved. And she was never truly put back together”
Giving Up What I have Left
When I die give my brain to my kids, so they know what I know now. Give my lips to my husband so he can be reminded of how soft I would kiss him. Give my eyes to my parents because they made me see my future. Give my scares to the people who gave them to me to remind them to not speak with the way the do.
But please let me keep my heart, for once.
A Different Kind Of Sick
You are so sick and twisted. You either cut out my heart because you can’t handle the idea of it beating the way it does for you for another or you cut out my tongue because you don’t want me speaking softly to another
Either way it’s a form of mutilation
A Letter
I wanted you to know that I loved you once and I am waiting to love you again. You know that I am a part of you and we need each other.
With Love,
The Part Of You That You Lost Years Ago
Mikey the dark poet 