I'm Munition

I need a doctor
Coz the amount of times
I think of you every day
Isn't healthy at all

Through the words I write, the poetry I birth
I manifest myself and my status
From inexpressible to comprehensible
And, just as paint runs out for the painter
And space on the canvas follows suit
There will come a time, eventually
When there's no more of me left to express
And no one left to hear me shout
When everything will be gone, dust to dust

Pain

Pain can be bad, pain can be brutal
Pain can be blight, but can also be beautiful
It shapes our soul, for better or for worse
So the whole world sees, and learns from our scars

As she traverses through the storm
As it rains cats and dogs
Her prince is in another form
So she kisses all the frogs

You don't wanna raise your hopes too high
So that they don't come crashing down and burn
But if it ever comes to such an eventuality
May the engulfing flames refine you, make you a stronger you
Turn you as diamond; precious, just as tough and just as rare
For it is uncommon to find a person who's been fate-sealed and still pushes on

I hope destiny wrote me a fitting script
That all ends with what my heart yearns for

The heart ebbs out emotion and anticipation in the form of poetry
It's nigh impossible to stop a raging river from flowing forward

I don't know if it's the heart
Or if it's the brain
That brings all this hurt
And all this pain

If your circle doesn't remind you of your worth
Let them go and find people who will

You were my favorite person
Until I found out I wasn't yours