This clock, hanging above me and ticking away, just reminds me how much time I wasted putting chains around my emotions and sealing a lock on them. I wasted all of those seconds, that finitely tick by, throwing away the **** key to that lock so that nobody, including me, could find it now.

We are validation seeking suckers
Who are too blinded by fog
To see that we must validate
Ourselves.

Sleep is calling.
She weaves your name lightly and tugs your strings like a puppet until you fall softly into bed.
She pulls you in gentle directions like the waves of an ocean falling right into place where they are meant to be.
My child, you will be fine. Earth is calling your name. She wants you to rest so you may awaken tomorrow when the sun rises and make beauty of her soil that I never did.

Do you know why I love you? I love you because you see beauty when it is hidden. You recognize it because you seek it. I can tell that you love deeply and you are artistic down to your bones. Others could have gorgeous art of any form placed in front of them and they would be blind to it. But you could see the beauty in anything because that's who you are.

Your love terrifies me.
The second you touch me, through words or with hands,
I solidify like a marble muse placed on a pedestal
To forever hold its pose.
A muse scared of being judged by its audience.

I'm afraid of your love.
I think I know that it is so powerful it could help me, and
I have grown too comfortable in my sadness.
Sadness and sequestration, they are my comfort zone.
That is why you are scary.

I get so tense every time.
Every time you offer yourself or see me for who I am,
Each muscle in my body turns to glass and I
Breathe in sharply before holding my lungs.
Why are you still here?
Why haven’t you gone?

Knives are falling around me and you
Hold a shield above my body.
Can I trust you? You trust me.
Can I trust you with my mind, though?
Because if I let you in and you let me down,
I will be shattered.

In your palm I could safely be held,
But I’m slippery and I know it.
Partially and insecurely I sit like
A crumpled piece of paper hidden under layers of skin.
I crouch in the fetal position to protect from any external attack,
But I can’t hide from myself.

My love, you are an unstoppable force.
The power of your big and beautiful heart carries you.
I only wish I were whole enough to embrace you.