from the mind it flows
traveling through my veins
down my bones.
every part of me rages
for comfort and ignorance.
I erupt,
my emotions drain
oh I wish
I wish I cared less.

I'll write this tomorrow

hold me in your arms
Kiss me on the cheek
Touch me where u want
Sweep me off my feet
Look me in the eyes
Feel my heart

Can't you hear it racing

she doesn't scare me.
but sometimes stabs me.
right through the heart.
we call this spoken art.

the way those words can burn,
the way those words return.
she wins battles of the tongue,
quick breaths of the lung.

she puts me down
makes me drown
yet still thine's friend
our friendship cannot end.

but one day I'll stand
I'll stand up for myself.

I'll burn her horrid comments
let the hatred suffice.
by then I'll be sixteen
all ready for seventeen

when I'll finally rid her
I'll finally be dapper,
look down on her insides
her insecurity reveals.

hold me close
keep me warm
twirl my hair
whisper sweet nothings
in your arms,
I shut my eyes
and finally,
the demons die.

lately I've been feeling happy,
it's pleasant,

like the waters by the bay,
or the sound of your favourite voice.

say the sight of glorious patterns;
or a gorgeous face.

oh I'm not good with words;
but lately I've been feeling happy

this pang in my chest.
I thought it was my fall
I tried to rub it away,
scratch it away,
beat it away,
but soon I realised it was you.
and I couldn't get away

THE FORGOTTEN CORNER

late last night
she sat ever so still
buried in the comfort of her knees.

muffled weeping amongst the silence.
angst yet weary but ever so broken.
salty tears, sticky skin,
heavy breathing
and mangled thoughts

but numb and bare
yet unaware
seated in
the forgotten corner

day after day
and everyday
you'll find her there
dwelling in
the forgotten corner

soon enough
it became her home
right there in
the forgotten corner

you make me laugh,
giddy in love

you make me smile,
the brightest and the happiest

you make me forget,
how to be a girl

you make my heart jump,
out of my chest

but mostly
you make me jealous,
for you aren't mine.

it's 3AM and I thought ild die missing you.
but countless 3AMs passed and here I am,
it's 3AM and I still miss you.
but I'm stronger

I'll laugh at jokes smiling brightly
rather than drown in my sadness.
I'll run around wildly
( giddy with happiness )
rather than stare into the wilderness
waiting for your return,

I'll be happy,
I want to be happy
without you.