im Sorry I’m crying.
butReallyimnotsoSorryatall i Don’t feel that I’m dying infactIfeelNothingatall i Don’t need to explain WhenactuallythereMayneverbeanExplanation dont Ask me to change, because im already trying I cry in silence and in the Night because I’m afraid to Feel, and see the light I love you or maybe not? I’m to young to have a any sort of crysis But down deep I think I’ve had one all along.
Seriously I can’t handle the internal clash of feelings and thoughts
Bring it on.
The sound, a tornado to the eyes, a lightning to the ears. Pick it up. The memories of family dining, the painted pictures on drywall plaster. Look upon it. It's a danger zone, a minefield, where one misstep will lead to shards of bitter voices and angry threats stabbing the sole. Put it away. What can't be fixed, can be hidden, in deception, in the panic of another storm. Forget about it. Another order, another smash, another plate, another heart put in the trash.
when you see a forest
what do you see do I see the forest for the trees or the sustenance they provide the ecosystem do I see a biome or many large upright sticks do I see the causes the water supply, or the rich aroma of death of decomposition do I see the effects the moss facing north the flat places where animals rest do I see the trees that are here the canopies, the trunks, the roots stretching out do I see the trees that aren't there that are logged or lightning'd do I hear the forest if my tree falls do I make a sound do you hear it
Heisenberg had an uncertainty principle, by which the act of observation causes a particle to occupy a time, place, and state- basically, to have existence.
are things you just don't know understand accept be grateful
my titles are weird but i think i need to explain this one lol. basically you know that game where its like you are getting hotter or colder. that's what this is based off of, at least the title
i am willing to listen
but i can't read your mind tell me what you want so i can make it right if you bite your tongue you're gaming for a fight i am willing to listen but first you need to try to communicate exactly what you need to state your expectations directly to me i keep listening but you fail to speak don't you say i'm not trying when you just keep ignoring every sign and every attempt so you can have "your" way can't listen to you when you think but you don't say keep on pushing pushing pushing and i will walk away gave you my patience you give me pain
every scenario is trouble
surrounded on both sides not ready to defend myself but expected to buck up and fight
You’ve come to my rescue many a time.
But not in the way you might think. Yes, you do help me in the typical way. Pulling me up before I sink. But it’s all the small things you do for me. The accidental things, that only I see. That really mean the most to me. Kind gestures with no intent or agenda. It’s just who you are, my defender. You see, the sweet things that you do and say. They rescue me every day.
I don't want the rain to stop today. It contributes to growth. Grass, leaves, flowers all find it necessary. The rain also reminds me of the absence of matter and the soul shattering chemistry that used to exist between us.