...thought I was the ocean on earth.
I found out that I was
a puddle that the
rain made and
Never overestimate your importance in another person's life.
I think I write best when my heart is physically sound and emotionally unreceptive.
That's when my heart usually drifts, carried by winds of anger,
And more discombobulating feelings like emptiness.
...it drifts until it lands on the zenith of either apathy or peace.
And I write.
How does a 22 year old handle unwanted emotuons?
To this day,
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
Adulthood is putting on a mask everyday
And hoping that one day
You become that mask.
When wounded in a place where the body cannot heal.
And the person who has caused that wound is unaware of how deep it is...
Or does not believe it's real.
And only "negative" emotions seem to numb to the pain.
To those emotions, I guess forgiveness would be a betrayal.
So for now, do not forgive me.
Everyone has jumped off.
But I'm here trying to patch holes
That you refused to attend,
With my first aid level one skills.
I wish I took swimming lessons instead.