Junel

Not your typical love poem, one of many written in a time of confusion

Love is complicated.

sometimes people don't want to be saved

A later response (contradiction) to my poem, So I Write Instead Of Speak

Love doesn't always have the right intentions

try understanding me

Sometimes, some things are left out.

Tears fall for all sorts of reasons, but one seems to overrule the rest.

Everything has an end, it only matters how you move on.

Harsh criticism of someone, using their own words

Apologies are hard, but for some impossible

"I fear the silence More than the noise"

bad things come with bad feelings

There is always a point when anything can become impossible to face anymore.

a dark reasoning to become a poet