I want the 4am version of you

     half-drunk on wine
   half-drunk on nostalgia
I want to see your eyes light up
      when you remember
   all of the old stories
that made you who you are, today
   I want to hold your hand
   while you cry because you
    don't know what the fuck
       you are even doing
      in this life anymore
 I want to half-smile and cheers you
to figuring out newer and crazier dreams
      and when you ask "how"
      I want to say "together"
    I will hold you in my arms 
             and say
            "together"

-cwpoet

Let go…

let go
of the past.

empty hands
are easier
to hold. 

-cwpoet

Speak to me…

speak to me in poetry
tangle me in rhyme
dance upon my senses
seduce me with your mind

lock me up with rhythm
make love personified
speak to me in poetry
wake me up inside

-cwpoet

sexy af

I miss

     I miss who I wished you were 

Not the person you actually turned out to be
   And the more I remind myself, of this,
   the faster I feel like I can move on
           I'm not missing out
Nobody else has the version of you that I want
   
      It simply does not exist. 

                -cwpoet

Beautiful eyes…

beautiful eyes 
and a devilish grin
with a laugh as loud as thunder

a heart that's on fire
with no end in sight 
and that smirk that makes them wonder 

she has scars that are healing
but a voice that is strong,
you could say, she's on a mission

she is who she is
and she's happy with that,
she doesn't need
your fucking permission

-cwpoet 

I bet…

   I
 bet it 
 bothers you
      that at my
        weakest
           I am
              still
           stronger 
         than you. 
    
         -cwpoet
        

Fall

Fall
falls upon us
like scraped bloody knees
on cement
fresh and suffocating 
at the same time

a nostalgia
of so many seasons of life
tangling into a slow,
dying process 
giving pain and comfort
simultaneously

a beautiful darkness
a hollow happiness
a soothing depression

-cwpoet

the difference…

 the difference between 
       "strong" and "crazy bitch"
one challenges her self,
                 the other, 
                   his ego. 
                       -cwpoet 

this is strength

let it out, sweet soul
the pain that has been bottled 
up for so long
scrape it from your heart
claw it from your mind
exhume it from your voice
blood, tears, rage
raise hell

take back what has been lost
take back what has been stolen
race forward
change minds
fly

then remember
from this day forward
you survived
this is who you are now
this is freedom
from anything that has every caged you
this is strength

-cwpoet

Beast

Inside of this darkness

that I love so well,

I search for my pieces