forgive yourself
for
when you
acted as
a shed
and as
a tornado
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Friday, June 20, 2014
the truth
i covered my face with blue paint.
gloves snug on my fingers.
pants loosely fit.
My voice,
i deepened.
I changed my name
to Sympathy.
Introvert.
Shy.
Nobody noticed,
I had hidden my face
for so long,
my feelings had
melted into
false names,
and false understanding.
forced emotions,
and forced love.
They were used to me,
covered in blue.
They hadn't realized
I hadn't been around much at all.
gloves snug on my fingers.
pants loosely fit.
My voice,
i deepened.
I changed my name
to Sympathy.
Introvert.
Shy.
Nobody noticed,
I had hidden my face
for so long,
my feelings had
melted into
false names,
and false understanding.
forced emotions,
and forced love.
They were used to me,
covered in blue.
They hadn't realized
I hadn't been around much at all.
the story from a dream
and she said,
let me comfort you.
let me be your sea breeze
at dawn.
let me be your lifeguard.
I will protect you,
and give you back to the ocean.
let me comfort you.
let me be your sea breeze
at dawn.
let me be your lifeguard.
I will protect you,
and give you back to the ocean.
looking for answers
i keep
searching
and searching
through ages of books,
trying to figure out
whether one thing
is connected to another.
i cant settle,
i cant stop obsessing over
how the words spill together,
because life.
life just doesn't feel right.
searching
and searching
through ages of books,
trying to figure out
whether one thing
is connected to another.
i cant settle,
i cant stop obsessing over
how the words spill together,
because life.
life just doesn't feel right.
Thursday, June 5, 2014
cold water
I've watched you
wash your hands
with cold water
after long days.
I have wondered why you
would want to be
woken up, shivering,
in shock,
and not be put to sleep,
comfortably, with warmth.
I then understood why
we must stretch outside
of what we know,
and branch out,
in order to grow.
wash your hands
with cold water
after long days.
I have wondered why you
would want to be
woken up, shivering,
in shock,
and not be put to sleep,
comfortably, with warmth.
I then understood why
we must stretch outside
of what we know,
and branch out,
in order to grow.
she
she gave me things
I never thought I could bare,
holding me,
grasping me,
picking me up and
laying me down
in silk and satin.
dressing my wounds in love.
she treasured me.
she treasured me
because she
was
myself.
I never thought I could bare,
holding me,
grasping me,
picking me up and
laying me down
in silk and satin.
dressing my wounds in love.
she treasured me.
she treasured me
because she
was
myself.
Monday, June 2, 2014
where the sidewalk stopped
where
the sidewalk stopped and i was forced to cross the street.
life
told me to do it without holding anybody elses hand.
i guess that's what being alone is.
you
were as gentle as a blooming flower.
you
liked to hold on to hurt, i let you go.
you forgot to tell me about the girl you fell
in love with,
because of course, it wasn't me.
i held on to you, like i was swinging on a
hammock.
you were comfortable, but at any moment,
i could have fell.
why did you lead me here?
when i noticed the sidewalk had stopped,
i noticed that love was no longer there.
i have to cross the street now.
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