take a look at the first thing next to you
now imagine it but a hundred times brighter (all the time)
if life is a glass of water sometimes i wake up and it's filled with caffeine instead
to keep me running faster than i want it to
there always has been a spark in my eyes that wasn't natural
no one's quite sure where it's from but i used to think it was a superpower
i used to think not sleeping for days was a superpower too
it can be scary if you feel like a puppet that's forced to kick and hurt and attack
it can be scary if you can't make yourself stop
it can be scary if fun isn't fun anymore but danger
it can be scary when you're fragile
it's like a bubble in which there are no boundaries
the world has no boundaries there's only me and my ideas
and i seem to be way better than i'm supposed to
how can you stop when there's so much left to do?
(even if afterwards it won't be)
the world is bright and colorful now but it can go back to greys anytime
it won't go to neutral colors (it never does)
you can't shut it down if the "it" is you, if the "it" is what you're up against
if the "it" is constanly challenging you to go faster better faster faster faster
"it" is so fragile if you stop it for a moment there may be no coming back
there are so many fun things intense things death can be just one of them if you don't control "it" soon enough
when caitlin snow first got her powers in flashpoint she had to stop them
i always had a superpower and it will always have to be stopped
take a look at yourself in the mirror
now imagine yourself but a hundred times brighter (all the time)
if i'm a good person sometimes i wake up and i'm a goddess instead
(what can i be if not godlike if it feels like there's nothing that could possibly stop me?)
there's always been times when i felt like i left my old self to come back stronger and happier
i don't know if there's a happy because every single time i felt truly happy it was an illusion that doctors called "a chemical imbalance"
if i can dress up and be a new me who can dress like this who can do this
but if you'd stopped me i could be angry
(i don't know an angry me, i always forget her)
so i have a calm kind of angry-an angry where no one and nothing else can be touched or hurt but i can
when i was confused about sexuality websites were calling it "hypersexuality"
it can only be a superpower if i see lights and flashes others don't
it can only be a superpower if people i'm in love with have a halo over them
it can only be a superpower if i seem to stop the cars around me when i run through the street
if someone whispered "high risk, too impulsive" i thought fun and passion
the thoughts going through my mind always seem amazing
and i wonder if the people who've written the bible felt like this
if they did, i'm happy for them
i can never forgive myself for things i've done
(not sins, i'm too envious of people who are faithful)
but i guess it's not, not if there's a spark in my eye that can disappear, only on certain conditions
one of the last things on the wikipedia page for bipolar disorder
are the suicide statistics
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
this body isn't a temple
if anything it's a church that catholics have sworn is haunted
by years of whispers and catcalls and screams
it's a house that has never been truly beautiful or taken care of
with broken windows and scratched walls
that kids run away from and shudder while passing by it and wonder if anyone lives there
it's a mask that has been marked by an illness that's symbolised by masks
it was marked by commands that were never quite done
if it was a color it would be a dark old grey
if it was a sound it would be a weak quiet whimper
it's a source of fun when i used to be "up"
it's a source of fear any other time
it's something that i've been always told could never truly belong just to me
that i'm supposed to give it to someone, not too soon but not too late
but not to someone with curves and long hair and soft features and
if someone did get it first he would get forever because that's what was decided years ago so it has to true, right?
if anything it was always supposed to be ran by rules and lines that could never be crossed
if anything it's a word said years ago still stuck somewhere in my mind forcing itself closer to my thoughts, so i can remember it as if it's tattoed on my hand, with me every second
if anything it's a force that's constanly trying to be the most important but never can be, not quite
if anything it only ever works the way it was supposed to when the chemicals in my brain don't work the way they were supposed to
if anything it feels like it will never be worshipped, loved, adored how could it be when it's not a magnificent castle but an old house that's falling apart
if anything it feels like it doesn't deserve to be good so it's not
if anything it's like a meeting so bad that i don't ever want to leave, a conversation so bad i don't ever want to really end it, a material so bad that i won't ever completely rip it
if anything, it's mine
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
its stupid how we may have never met in some universes i feel like ive known you in every possible one
its also stupid how we can spend two days sending ******* memes two each
and its stupid how i have doubts about you about how you think about me
how you think about me-think about me softly, with a quiet kind of smile on your face, sigh when you think about me, think about me with your hand down your pants, think about me when you're almost asleep and you want to hold on to a fantasy of me
another stupid thing is how im scared to tell my mom about you cause she may see how into you i am
its stupid how we both dream of the same cliche love stories still kind of scared to reach out and grab the one in front of us
in front of us-sometimes i think im in front of you i think my soul my thought hell my heart is in front of you on a gold plate but youre not sure if you should reach out cause it doesn't smell quite right and should it look like this?
its stupid how your face seems like light, like a halo, like sun and like led fairy lights on my wall, it lights up everything, you may be an angel but they always said loving an angel is impossible that angels are out of reach so is it right for me to love you?
i feel stupid when i think i may be worthy of your love, i feel like if you let me i could not only love you but adore you worship you romance you
i feel stupid when i think that i may look inside you see through you and see the real you because why would you let me, out of all people, see something so beautiful?
so beautiful-i dont know if im allowed to call you beautiful, maybe i should know you better, maybe i should know you for exactly 7 and a half month before i compliment you, can i call you beautiful and not make it shallow if i dont know you that well? you seem beautiful, i can say that. you seem like the prettiest thing on earth, and because your body is just a wrapper to your soul thats so much more beautiful (i dont have any doubts i dont want to have any doubts about that) and i hope i can call you beautiful in a few months
this is stupid but loving was never smart
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC