I cried my tears on the floor of my shower.

Wondering where the fuck I had gone wrong,

Thinking how can a world be so cruel.

To pull me away from every source of happy I find...

It's okay though because soon enough, I'll be mine.

And no one will ever own my smiles again.

Its been a long time since ive seen your face

I tried to get over it but that was a waste

Learnt that my feelings aren't copy and paste

And after all this time i still dont know if i miss you

I got better, you got bad.

I took whatever good we had,

packed it up in perfect packages

Left without telling you I was saving the best ones for you.

And then they took everything from you,

They took your happily never after and turned it into a crime

They painted your history as a mystery intertwined with mine

We still dont know where we went wrong

We were rehabilitating until I stopped liking all your songs

I want to tell them that poetry is all i am,

Woke up one day in this world,

Knowing i was meant to share my voice with someone,

That i had to find a way to be heard

I want to tell them that poetry has held my hand when no one else did,

That when i have been knocked down,

Closest to the ground i will ever be,

I found poetry.

I want to tell them that there has always been words inside of me,

So many words my head becomes chaos sometimes

Trying to find rhymes or lines that explain why my day wasn't right

When i write poetry i can't hide

It's like the masks everyone talks about,

They say people can hide their personalities in plain sight,

Well i've never been able to hide mine because everything about me wants to scream

Hey! I'm a writer

I can't lie

I want to tell them that poetry has helped me pick up the pieces of my broken personality,

Been there when everything felt confused,

Pushed me along when i felt used and damaged

I want to tell them that poetry has been there for me through every breakup and broken promise,

Every lost friendship i had something to fall back on

Poetry has been a home away from home inside of me

And every time i start writing i feel myself thriving,

The power i feel when performing is like flying

I want to tell them that i find the most pride in my writing

More than i'll ever get from an A+

Doing good with my art is enough to pick me up when things get rough

I want to tell them that poetry is my happiness

That when i'm writing, that's my safe space

Doesn't matter where i am or who i’m with or what type of day it’s been

Poetry makes me feel comfortable in my skin

And helps me organize my thoughts after a battle of overthinking and over feeling

Head and heart

Even they team up sometimes to help me find the perfect line,

Like harmonies theyre there for me

Poetry is like my mind getting a good spring clean any time of year

Its like sharing every part of me without any fear

Its being vulnerable and opening up,

Sharing my story to the world

Poetry finds the beauty in my hurt.

So when people ask me why i write poetry

I want to ask them, why don't you?

i am a divided individual

split up into peices of every person who has defined me

fuck individuality

i am a masterpeice of personalities all foreign to me

all the people who have shaped me like a batch of clay ready to burn

they dont know that even when youre inatimate you can hurt

i just wanted to be work of art but i never know where to start becuase

you know how they say the whole is more than the sum of its parts

well my whole being doesnt have any parts that are me in it

i guess i can still be more than the sum of my parts but

i am just shattered images in the mirrors people look at when they stab me in the back

i am nothing but a canvas to attack and watch the colours of the lost cause fade away

i am the play by play of a game another team won but the fun never was passed on to me

i am light mint green

my favourite colour for years

the colour i will never associate with the tears the caused by the people who treated me like a needy dog

if i was ever religious, losing faith would be my god because i cant stick to one constant without falling out of it and getting insecure

i find my sense of myself is divisible because i am a divided individual and peice by peice they add to me and then the stories of broken friendships make the puzzle complete

cant you see that i am made up of what theyve made of me

i wish i wasnt leftovers from the all you can eat buffet that they created out of me

but in this trash heap i find myself writing diaries

stories about the people that seem to complete me

i pave a way through the garbage around me

trying to find more of me than just this overwhelming sea of memories

i fall apart and shadder like a broken bone

but even with each puzzle piece all damaged and incomplete,

i am not alone

there’s still a personality to whatevers left of me

i had a moment today where i realized that people dont have to define me.

i am so much more than whats behind me

i am a complete individual with a past, not yet behind me

and its making me think im nothing but the people who left me

but

i am a poet, an artist, a collector of weird thing

i am non binary, im lgbt, i am a whole hearted, empathetic person

filled with creativity

im walking faster every day and im watching my past start to trip and make its way behind me where it should be

along with the belife that i am a divided individual.

you love me more now that you dont know me

-Aaron Sage

for lack of better words, Fuck you!

-Aaron Sage

i want to inspire someone to write, the way i have inspired myself

-Aaron Sage

A year ago..

no eleven months ago,

you demolished my love of everything beautiful,

and i started to see my mirror as an image of the person,

that you broke without hesitation.

It’s terrifying to think that,

Ten months and 30 days ago

You were my number one,

...

and then,

eleven months ago,

i became your number one

vitctm.

and.

you became the type of person

I'm afraid to say,

I no longer know.

You brought me poetry in platonicity,

Held me like you could n e v e r hurt me,

Held my throat like you couldn't do anything

other than

hurt

me.

And suddenly my only sunlight had deserted me,

and whats the sahara without heat.

just a heap of sand

a meaningless

pile of

dust.