There are 3 lights on my ceiling fan,
None of which do I turn on for a majority of the time I spend staring at it,
I dont mind the darkness anymore.
It isn't for the lumination that I find myself engrossed,
It's the constance, the momentum that I admire,
That sets my head spinning
Wishing
my only job was to keep going.

I took my coffee cold this morning
so I could feel your side of the bed from my insides out.
I didn't need to add ice -
even if I had slept in the snow,
at least I'd have had something to hold.

At the end of the day, sometimes I'm sick of taking care of everyone else.
Who the **** is going to take care of me for once?

Sure, it's strong
And beautiful
And poetic
And modern to take care of myself.
Because, woman, and roar,
And I can do it too.

But what about the days when I just don't have the energy left to?
What if I just can't.
Then what? Who?

I wrap myself in your promises
As they roll off your tongue like velvet,
A cloak that keeps me warm like
Your arms that do not lie.
Your eyes
All the colors of the earth,
A tunnel to wonderland where I trip
And fumble
And stumble my whole way
But you're always there to catch me
As I fall.

Write with emotion and don't let anyone silence your heart.
Write about the way her smile
makes your insides feel warm
and how your arms feel empty
without her curled up in them.
Describe how the sound of his voice
makes your ears feel like
a fuzzy blanket was stuffed inside them
with a cat purring, sleeping soundly upon it.
Explain to your readers why you hate yourself
despite the desperate need for others to love you.
Write down the questions
that you don't actually want the answers to
although the questions look pretty on paper.
Let questions lead to more questions
and your feelings lead to more feelings.
Tell a story about how lost you've been
or tell the world about your journey
to where you are now.
Write away your past, let it decide your future,
break boundaries and don't give up.
Teach yourself to believe that what you have to say
is just as important as what anyone else does.

Crawling out of my skin and scaling the walls
To find the door to a different life.
Opening the refrigerator a million times
Hoping when the light comes on I get a new idea how to handle the chaos.
And driving fast with no hands and my eyes closed
Wishing someone else would pave my path.

You'll want someone who will guard you in battle or peace,
Exalt with you in feast or famine,
And cradle you through the nightmare until your dreams are born.

You may think you want to do everything yourself,
But nothing in life is more precious
Than a partner that is yours because they want to be.