Black Butterfly

Made Myself
I made myself

from all the photographs

I never took,

from all the love

I never received

and

from all the moments

that never happened.

And it has been too real,

it has been

a beautiful struggle;

one that has always

reminded me

of how easy

it was to laugh

Reborn
Some people try so hard

to change

but sometimes it doesn’t happen that way;

we cannot force it,

it takes time.

Sometimes it just happens overnight,

like one day it all makes sense

and just like that

you change.

That should be inspiring to us all,

the way we are able to die every night;

only to be reborn the next day

for the rest of our lives

Bloom Again
There is nothing here again,

but there is so much to find.

For sometimes

I feel like I have lost it all:

mind and soul.

And it is only getting harder

to tell the difference

between what I love and what I do not

when the only flower

in my heart is wanting

to bloom again

Truth Hurts
My love is not a product

of the world,

but a product of all

the people I have met.

And through everyone

I have ever come across,

I discovered that

our disconnect was

never because of the

insecurities we felt,

but rather

the emptiness we created

when we failed to

make sense of ourselves

Sometimes the pain is the only thing

that makes sense to the soul

and sometimes

it’s the only thing we need;

to experience

the beautiful freedom

we all deserve.

Broken Hours
Here is one simple fact

I have learned about people.

No one ever stays the same.

Some come, some go

and some never return.

Some take, some give

and some only dream.

Some want to be, while others

just are.

Some begin, some end

and some just never start at all.

Some are bright, some are dim

and some are always wishing

they were more.

It never ends.

People are like hours,

they are changing

all the time

Our memories are ghosts,

and they will always

remind us

of all the things we

no longer have

Understanding Me
I can feel you through

your lonely eyes

and I hope one day you’ll

understand

how everything that

hurt us

was everything that

made us who we are

Unlocked Cages
I found hell in my head

and heaven in other people;

they could never collide

at the same time.

And when they did

I was still burning

in the fire.

Sometimes I feel like my life

is a wild beast

trapped in an unlocked cage

and it is awfully

afraid of what lies

on the other side.

That is what hell is like;

having something

viciously brilliant inside of you,

but not believing in it enough

to set it free

Live Die Less
Life has been too repetitive.

We are none like machines

than we are people.

We forget how to

feel,

appreciate

and love.

We are caught up by the temporary;

distracted by nothing.

There is no wan among us,

but the war within ourselves.

People fear breaking the rules.

Go out there;

the air is waiting for you.

Learn to live a little.

Learn to die a lot less