An Open Love Letter

Dear S.P.N.

I’ve found in you & with you something that I had once thought to be lost into the deepest depths of forever. You have effortlessly, and unknowingly given me something that I would lie to myself and others & proclaim that i’ve already had. What I am trying to say in this open letter S.P.N. Is that I’ve managed to find myself… along the hours of getting lost in your conversation and kisses. I’ve written to you before, but not like this. I havent given a piece the time you without a doubt deserve. Being completely honest, I admit  that I havent given any piece the time of day let alone the time it deserves as of late. You see, your love has managed to fill a void that writing once filled for me, but thankfully it has also over time inspired me to do the impossible and attempt to put the butterflies in my stomach, the romantic melody in my head, and love in my heart on paper. God knows we argue more than we should, especially when I put into perspective that though i’ve said it in other relationships.. I havent felt love like this in a long time. With that said my question to you & I is why argue when we know the end result will always be you in my arms? and If my rhetorical question doesn’t make it clear sweetheart, allow me to blatantly tell you That I am not going anywhere.  If my love letter, and my actions are still the wee bit hazy allow me to blatantly tell you That I find you to be an amazing friend, an even better girlfriend, and a beautiful person inside & out. You have showed me how to be crazy again, some bad crazy, some good crazy. Either way I thank you for showing me Love, True true Love.. once again.




Momentary Infinity

Momentary Infinity

It seems like forever we were together

You’ll never know what you mean to me.

Broken hearts paint my scenery

Cupid aimed at me with his whole artillery.

But it’s cool i won’t take it personally

Because there was a time when i felt as if you were put solely on this earth for me.

Until love burned me third degree

But you taught me so much i graduated early with my love degree.

Now i sit here and write beautiful words of poetry

But you’ll never notice me

And i’ll always love you

But you will never know it

Or maybe you will and feel the same

But you’ll never show it.



True Story Vol. 2 (A Short Poem)

It’s all fun and games until someone falls in love ain’t it.

If you don’t get the picture allow me to paint it.

Once said to be High school Sweethearts turned strangers Not quite how you planned it

Two Years pass  and you are considered crazy if you still cry, and still frantic.

So you hold it in…

Until one day you meet someone new

And they’re everything you need but nothing you want

But you cant say that, so instead you put on a front.

You roll up your emotions everyday in the form of a blunt

And try to smoke the pain away..

But that dont work so you quit

You start to pen letters to the sky

You start asking god why

And you simply pray…

That he takes the pain away..



True Story Vol.1

Some nights, much like tonight, my thoughts lead me to my bedroom window. The stars I see remind me of the spark in your eyes, so eventually the window leads me to my car. The radio is on; correction the radio is blasting in comparison to the quiet of the night, yet I hear no music. For my thoughts are so damn loud. I hear your laugh; I hear my name spoken through your voice. I hear a car horn, so I swerve back into my respective lane. I do not see the road 100 % clearly, for my memories are so vivid. I see your smile; I see a better version of myself through your brown eyes. I see a red light, so I stop. A car stops next to me as well. I don’t look, for I am scared of being let down or maybe I am scared of being proven right, but nonetheless I imagine. I imagine it’s you. I will it to be you. I convince myself that our soul’s forever connected has lead us both to this empty street. My conscious whispers Look. Look.  Then screams, Look! For you and her were meant to fill this street, this planet, and this universe with your love for one another. I glance at the clock it’s 2:24 AM. My eyes burn with fresh tears, my heart aches with unhealed wounds. My stomach flutters with anticipation. My soul cries for one more beginning.


The light is still red; I look over to the car next to me…