sometimes i watch snow
fall
from the comfort of my home.
i see as it drifts to the ground,
weightless but falling all the
same. it reminds me of myself,
how i feel weightless, falling
through an endless pit of nothing,
just like that.
but this time, the snow will not
break my fall.
from the comfort of my home.
i see as it drifts to the ground,
weightless but falling all the
same. it reminds me of myself,
how i feel weightless, falling
through an endless pit of nothing,
just like that.
but this time, the snow will not
break my fall.
— a
girl
And we held each other
and laughed and cried about what we had paid for that toughness,
and how hard it was to explain to anyone who didn’t already
know it that soft and tough had to be one and the same for either
to work at all, like our joy and the tears mingling on the one
pillow beneath our heads.
I Love you
I really do
I love even when your blue
I love you when your gooey
I love you when your soft
I love when your chocaltey.
Cookie do you love me too-ity
I really do
I love even when your blue
I love you when your gooey
I love you when your soft
I love when your chocaltey.
Cookie do you love me too-ity
I literally go around and force everyone to feel my legs
after I shave them.
Sometimes I wonder who I'd be today if the people that
walked out on me, lied to me or betrayed me
didn't... would I be a softer-speaking person?
Would my walls not be as high, or as stiff? Would my transition
from jovial to vexed be as noticable?
Who would be my friends; better yet who wouldn't? Sometimes, I wish I knew. Other times, I'm glad I don't. Everyone who has walked out on me, betrayed me, lied or took me for granted- they're all a reason why I am so strong today. I wish I could hate all of them, but I have to be thankful for them. I hate the fear, the Isolophobia. I do hate the insecurites cause by them, but had it not happened, I wouldn't be myself.
It's hard not to wonder, though.
Who would be my friends; better yet who wouldn't? Sometimes, I wish I knew. Other times, I'm glad I don't. Everyone who has walked out on me, betrayed me, lied or took me for granted- they're all a reason why I am so strong today. I wish I could hate all of them, but I have to be thankful for them. I hate the fear, the Isolophobia. I do hate the insecurites cause by them, but had it not happened, I wouldn't be myself.
It's hard not to wonder, though.
ugh
you know that feeling where you want someone SO BAD like not
even in a sexual way like you
just want to touch their skin and hug them and
feel their warmth and smell
their scent and feel how soft their hair is and
look into their eyes and hear
their voice and soak in their presence like
it’s physically impossible to
have them by your side but you need it so bad
like you just want them to be
yours you want them physically there for
you
