strong trees looking down.
standing tall space is crowded.
eyes are everywhere.

this feeling crashes over my whole body
cannot speak it outloud
filled with broken static of humiliation
my ex would appreciate it
darkest of nightmares
swimming through the middle of sea
with nobody to turn to
it's just me
i swam too far
now alone in solitude
trapped in this navy blue storm
tears fall and water rises
waves crashing from left and right
drowning in this ocean
seagulls are chirping
whales are singing their song
hoping to be like pinochocio
but nobodys here
must swim back
or sink

Once upon time lived a girl in her cozy green sweater with her own yeast tea known as beer, she pondered along the road until she came upon this small brewery.
This little young lady often wondered what it would be like to **** herself. As if it was falling asleep in a bed of lavender flowers.
She shakes the thought off though, as many times as she laughs about it a day.
She has forgotten all the loves of yesterday, the joy it is to push forward. She wishes for a knight to come sweep her off of her feet on a white horse with golden roses. Yet when they come she cannot be bothered.
This girl sits at the brewery with her very own tea, watching some silly show on the TV. She romanticizes around and asks herself how can she move on with out a white knight?

ever been this dark
steymeid, stale, stumped
longest of time now
impossible to get out
carrying on my shoulders
pressing on my back
i cannot breathe.
i cannot move.
i am heavy.
weight.
needs.
to be.
Released.

"If you weren't an *******, you would be full of ****"