A cup of "closed heart"

Hearts just paralyzed as we kissed eyes.
Slap! You were like an inevitable booby trap.
Back to reality and gravity hits like a ton of bricks.
Trying to quick fix and feelings are mixed.
As the butterflies takes you back to the past.
How you believed that love was your first and last.
Pain strikes and those memories takes a hike.
Walls go up and every emotion is considered fucked up.
You start to seal because you don't want to feel.
You are back to the start as an artificial heart.

A cup of "pretending"

Just like in Preschool...
"I have to pretend like I'm okay and even if I know I don't belong, I have to pretend to survive".

raise a glass to all insensitive men

YOU CAN NEVER TEACH A GUY TO LOVE YOU THE WAY YOU WANTED TO BE LOVED. YOU HAVE TO WAIT FOR HIM TO DO IT IN HIS OWN WAY, IN HIS OWN TIME, THAT’S THE SADDEST PART OF BEING A GIRL. BUT YOU CAN NEVER TEACH A GIRL TO LOVE THE GUY BACK THE WAY SHE DID BEFORE IF SHE ALREADY GREW TIRED AND WAITING TO BE APPRECIATED AND LOVED THE WAY SHE DESERVES TO BE LOVED, THAT’S THE SADDEST PART OF BEING AN INSENSITIVE MAN...

lets be real.

Guys who have their shit together is a turn on!! <3

a cup of commitment.

I find that as soon as i try to commit to something I tend to back out..
As you can see I told you that this week i was going to go abouts making every post about poems
but I back out because it seems so personal.. I don't know maybe I'm thinking way out of context.

please give me a few days just to think. I'll be back <3

A Cup of Broken Things.

There are broken things where her heart should be.
A side to her no one else can see.

Sometimes the girl who tries to keep everyone happy is the most lonely.
she tries to find her one and only
but yet she holds back and keeps her heart closely
trying to move on fearlessly
but loosely, non comprehensively, and submissively.. she fails.

Her plans of moving on derails
her thoughts go back to the details
and she can't seem to control her sails.

shes scared and unprepared.
Yet she's in deep desperation of repair.


The fear in showing her broken pieces
the size of her baggage increases.
As she tries to organize to restart
she tries to show her weak part.. I mean the heart is the most complex body part.
But she realizes it's time to be smart an start.
To leave behind the past and refine the bleeding heart.



hope you enjoyed my poem! lemme know what you thought about it <3

A cup of perspective of multiplication

Whatever you give a woman, she's going to multiply.

If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby. 

If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.

If you give her groceries, she'll make a marvelous meal.

If you give her a smile, She'll give you her heart. 

She multiples and enlarges what is given to her.



So....
If you give her any crap, you'll receive a ton of SHIT.