Poems

I heard you’re into bad guys: I’m bad at everything.

To my haters: There is only one thing I do better than you. I hate myself more than you ever could, And I’ll probably apologize for that too.

She was the right answer. I never needed to know the question.

HOPE. I wanted hope.

I loved her so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.

She smiled as she kissed me. I now know what happiness tastes like.

Slips, trips, and loves.

I hope you find love. I hope you find someone you love just as I love you. But mostly, I hope you never have to know what it’s like if they don’t love you too. I hope that for you.

When every problem looks like a page, I do my best impression of a pen And put ink to paper and write about her. This is how I heal.

I’ll still write you love poems you’ll never read. You’ll still have hands that will never hold me.