maybe i will
get to see the
sun rise
right before
my tired,
drunken eyes

sleep is
hard to
come by
even when i
need it
after a hard day
or a rough week
of constantly
changing masks
to be who
i need to be
when i’m
in certain company

i love that
i can be me
with you
no masks
no filters
just openly discussing
and drinking
and cussing
and occasional
fussing
about how badly
we want
to have a
bratty snuggle
between
two
benefited
*******
friends

i am sweet
but i’m
a ****
i love hard
with
time
and
work
and i’m
healing
from the hurt
that was
placed on me
from birth
still
trying
and dying
to know
my own worth

creativity
is both
a blessing
and
a curse
and i’m
not sure
which is worse…
being alone
or feeling
like every
move
i make
is rehearsed

i want
to know myself
i want to shake hands
and really
meet
me
for the
first time

i want to
know
you
in
the process
of
getting
acquainted
with myself
and i
want to
hold your
hand
once in
a while
as
i’m counting
stars
and
trying
to find
my smile
somewhere
within those
sparkling
lights
in the sky
i want to live
one day
without
wondering
why