I don’t know if my pull is magnetic,
or if I am glue and people just get caught up in the mess.

I used to like the fluffy
light
Cloud consistency
Of a single comforter
But now the layers of sheets
Appeal to me
All because
I like to feel the weight

Looking back
They said by now I’d have it figured out
Keep moving forward
I’m not sure if it’s the right direction
Because the angles of my feet differ from the gaze of my eyes
forcing my heart to bear the burden of tie breaker
Which is silly
Because my heart is a demagnetized compass and doesn’t know where to lead me

He doesn’t think I’m strong.
I could end it at that. My entire thought process boiled down to five words, but I’ll go on.
I have fears. I’m used to going it alone, and sometimes I back out just before I go too far. In any direction. But that choice is within my control, and I am empowered.
Yes, I am scared, but that doesn’t mean I will stop trying.

the same costume every year
who needs a better excuse to done a cape and feel heroic?
saves me beyond October 31st
doesn't depend on masks
a marvel to behold
an even better stronghold of security
she lets me in but holds fast to a double life

I didn't realize it was possible to be present
sitting in front of you
and still miss everything
you shared with someone else
who held a formal title.
I self identified as the friend
but its hard to step into a role
when I had been mislabeled all along.

But I don't even know anymore,
am I filling holes in the walls
or painting white splotches on blue skies?
It's all subject to the opinions of passerby