I hate when people tell me
I talk too much.
I send too many text
And they can’t keep up.

At first they like it
Because it feels nice.
I help distract them
From their life.
But then it becomes old
And I get in the way.
Just another day
And I have too much
To say.

Bad day
Bad week
Bad month
Bad year
Bad…life?

Suffocating silence

Lonely
I am alone

They are there-
But they don’t even know

The weight of the world on my shoulders

Is it just me?

It can’t just be me…

How can the world say
That your heart isnt for me?
I feel your love every morning
I'm resting my head on this faith
And I bet my life on your grace

Believe it or not -

I gather you do.

I’m fueling, a growing fire

which burns bright
and gold.

Since my shy heart,

loves beauty

for it, is all of you.

A glowing sun,

playful and greedy,

as I.

"Some people just can't resist your smile,talent and happiness for no reason."

Fear teaches me, sort of aimlessly.

Blaming a resilience I wish I'd seen,
The punch I wish I’d been -
A prey I wished I'd hit.

Overshadowing the dopamine I’d like to feel.

Via guilt-induced tears, effortfully shield-building.
Via timeless dampening -
I’m nervously standing, brainlessly censoring.

But never has anger crossed that brain,
Never have I ever played this game.