"i want to be naked in front of you"
this is more than most people knew
i'm not talking about ****** nor touching a body part
what made me wrote this poem is loving you and art

i've let you undress me without putting away my clothes
despite of wearing pieces of cotton and denim
my whole being was still exposed
scars and open wounds were proudly shown
open arms accepted them as if they were your own

i've always wanted to be naked in front of you
not naked in a way of removing garments and seeing
those hidden tattoos
but naked without all the secrets and walls
to let you in to my soul and fall
for you to see my chaotic perceptions
to explore my darkest deceptions
to take a glimpse at my deepest fears
to know the reason behind my tears
to marvel at my arduous dreams
to listen to my demons' screams

here i am uncovered and raw
this is more than the constellations could ever draw
a girl's most intimate moment - a girl with a heart of a poet
words have my emotions translated
"you were the only one who've seen me this naked"

To heal
is to create

To heal is to create a
new and improved version
of what was left in a pile of
shattered emotions

To heal is to break free
from the chains
that held you back
for so long

To heal is to learn
how to breathe again

To heal is to
feel alive
and to start anew

To heal is to become
a masterpiece;
a mosaic of pain and heartache,
reimagined into the most beautiful
thing to have ever existed

It's a cycle of repetition.
Mesmerizing a smile.
Falling for the eyes.
Having their voice echo in your head throughout the day.
You go through the phases, yet they don't.
Finishing a race, not realizing they have already quit.
As if they were the rabbit and you were the turtle,
doubtfully but entirely getting ahead.
Failing to notice that the break they took,
was a sugar coating way of splitting to a separation, forever.
Today's love is nothing of love.
Only empty promises and wandering souls floating in and out of others.
You wonder why they take your time as something so limitless.
The connection so quick and intense, that in the moment things seem okay,
but as the spark starts to die, you realize, it was nothing but a minor flame in a wild fire.
It was only, just a click.

don’t leave my side
finding this really hard...the being social thing
I know, I know, I was fun..before
talking is hard, they look at me differently, they can see the the
damage
they will s-stare at the the wounds

don’t leave my side
smell the fear...****, I can smell it
I know, I know, these people are friends
being someone is hard, they look at me differently, they can see the the
damage
they will s-stare at the the wounds

don’t leave my side
spinning, the room is spinning
I know, I know, ...keep it light, chat, smile
happy faces is hard, they look at me differently, they can see the the
damage
they will s-stare at the the wounds

don’t leave my side
please
please
just h-hold my hand

#thisjourneyofdays