bird flying south

To the one I love,

You have left me

You aren’t alive anymore

Maybe you’re body is, but its different

I no longer feel the need to hold onto this already dead corpse

No bad feelings, just wishful regards.

You’re different. I’m moving on.

It was some what nice while it lasted

You’ve taught me to never trust anyone ever again.

Thanks for that.

Wish I could have returned the favor



To the ones I call my friends

I am leaving

It’s nothing that you did.

It’s everything you did.

But regardless of these pointed fingers,

I love you all

You will see my body but not my mind

I am only here in default

I’m charging up to leave everything behind me

Like a bird flying south for the winter time

I am waiting until I the south calls my name

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An emotional migration....

we all need one every now and then

Great poem


"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.