will I be beautiful after the scalpels and the stitches?

We all have thoughts that linger, drift in and out of thoughtfulness. Behind and in front of every atom that pieced together our brain. Incomplete jigsaw, rotating merry go round. Fill in the missing puzzle pieces. You

Left handed, back flipping, cat having, black haired, brown eyed boys

We all have thoughts that linger, drift in and out of thoughtfulness. Behind and in front of every atom that pieced together our brain. Incomplete jigsaw, rotating merry go round. Fill in the missing puzzle pieces. Me

Left handed, double jointed, dog having, blond haired, blue eyed girls

If I could write away my fears, my hand would hurt and my chest would not.

He said, “ please don’t be too dark tonight”. But I’ve never seen the morning. I’ve never felt the light hit my pupils, I’ve never dilated my emotions to see the happiness lying beneath. I don’t know about sun rises or sun glasses and extra spf. I know about flashlights without batteries and nights that never end. I know about the grief that has always been too much for your Wednesday midday brunch soul.

Do I have bad thoughts, or do the bad thoughts have me?

I am so depressed, there is no other poetic way to be beautifully honest about the crumbling ruins of your insides

On the bed made up of grief
Tucked in with neat linen lies lined sheets
Fluffy pillows to lay your aching brain on
The warmest cover, to always keep you cold