Sorry

Seems to love but only in the day time

When things are easily visible in the daylight

Runs away when I am mourning

And tries to come back when there’s joy.....

Oh...

I get it,

Joy comes in the morning.

Why stick around ‘til the sun goes down?

If you know what’s coming?…

If it rains a little bit, you’re already drowning.

Just not fit for the job, I guess

Or maybe you just don't want to clean up a mess

A mess you didn't make

Solving issues you didn't create

Glueing parts together that you didn't break.

I get it.

Dodge the opportunity of making a mistake

Or stick around and wait,

It’s a chance we have to choose to take,

Or not......

Being alone is an option.

It sure makes you have great instagram captions.

That's all people care about anyway.

A happy soul posts pictures of food, and bridges, and maybe flowers,

A sad soul posts pictures of black screens with the late hours

Always with a certain time.

Always writing from their heart

things that don't need to rhyme

Because it just makes sense

And it talks to the deepest parts of the soul

We learn something we didn't know

We read things we don't comprehend.

They pour out words that only their hearts can understand

The truth of a sad soul is that it always smiles in the light.

Being the light

For others,

Other than themselves.

Internally bleeding like nobody else

Making light

Of other’s problems

Making them feel like they can get through their worries

While all along having their own set of stories.

Walking around feeling sorry. Saying sorries.

Sorry.

Broken Road

There is a song that says, "God bless the broken road, that led me straight to you."

In that broken road, next to me, I've only had a few

Sometimes the roads we take aren't the ones people agree with. 

But what if that road is the one that makes you happy?

I know, I already lost some of you in saying that

Because, yeah, you're right, what if that road is a bad one?

What if, what if, what if... 

After all the things I've been through, and all the what ifs I have been worried about

I just long to be happy now. 

I have tried so many things to reach the same conclusion. 

Everytime I thought I reached happiness

It was just all an illusion.

I've believed in things that were of a higher power, 

Like Rapunzel, stripped from the world and reality, in a secluded high tower.

Now this road is the hardest I have faced

I can see the judgment on their face  

But when I am on that road, it's just me and the few

that chose to stick with me even though they knew

it might not have been the right road, 

but atleast I met you. 

So, God bless the broken road, that led me straight to you. 

You, as in the people that now have my back 

The ones that go to hell and back for me, I will give heaven on earth

Or so that's what I heard. 

You say forget what they say, you're a part of us now. 

Now, that's family. 

Loving unconditonally. 

Supporting, like usually. 

Forget everybody else, that's all I need. 

That's family. 

More than just a word, those are the ones who stick with me

Even if the same blood doesn't run through our body

That's still family. 

Now I know who is with me, and there's only a few. 

So God Bless the broken road, that led me staight to you. 

-Jaqueline Herrera