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MJ Mar 2014
And every time you come into my mind you turn into a flood

It starts off slowly with the waters raising and wetting my feet

Soon i’m thinking of when we were together and you’re just above my knees

Then i stupidly find out from friends how you have been and you are at my chest

This is when i know i should get out of the waters because you make it difficult to breathe and i know soon it’ll be difficult to stay afloat

Then i remember all the time we spent together and i can no longer feel the ground

I am suspended in the flood that you cause in my mind, with no means of getting back to shore

It gets more and more difficult to stay afloat and it becomes difficult to breathe

As i’m floating through you, i feel myself slowly dying

The only thing i can do is accept what is to come as i struggle to breathe

The only thing i can do is immerse myself in your waters and wait for you to pass

As your flood continues to rush over me, i am pulled down to the bottom, with no means of escape

This is where i must rest until you leave me

But as most of you leaves, i find myself empty

I am no longer able to feel anything

I am drained of myself and i patiently await for you to come visit me again


-m.j.
MJ Mar 2014
My body was once a blank canvas

But that hardly lasted very long

People came and they went, each leaving a distinct mark

Some of those marks are still highly present, while others have since faded

The marks that are most visible are the ones you left

They’re on my skin and on my bones

They have penetrated every aspect of my being and it is impossible to scrub myself clean of them

I can only hope that by adding to my canvas that you will eventually fade

I can only hope that someone comes along who leaves writing and art and a beautiful masterpiece on what was once blank

I can only hope that what I add to my canvas covers what you left

I can only hope that my canvas remains intact from all those who have left their mark

There is so much I want to add to my canvas

There are experiences and art and people that I have yet to know

I want to never be blank again

I want vibrant masterpieces painted on my body, on my bones, in my soul

I want people and experiences to come and leave their mark

I want to shine bright and happy to that those I reveal my canvas to

I want all that see my true colors to know how unique I am and that I am not like everyone else

The canvas of my body may have once been blank, but those days are long gone

The canvas of my body has been painted, torn, repaired, cleaned, and painted again

The canvas of my body is something that is uniquely mine and if I reveal myself to you, you better feel **** special


-m.j.

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