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 May 2015 mxy
Taylor
anxiety
 May 2015 mxy
Taylor
anxiety comes as a haywire mind
a situation in your head
worlds away from everyone
words unsaid
scared to be anyone, much less yourself

but most of all
it comes
and it never really leaves.
 May 2015 mxy
Hannah
Monsters
 May 2015 mxy
Hannah
I used to think
The only way to not be
Scared of monsters was to become one

So I *did
 May 2015 mxy
i s a b e l l a
My life is crumbling
and all I can do
is stand here, waiting for help.
I've helped myself all I can,
and bad things keep happening.
I need company,
I need love,
I need comfort.
My life is crumbling
and all I can do
is watch.
 May 2015 mxy
theboy
Something is happening
within me                (within these bones)
the thing                                     (the beast)
that shakes
and moves
is reawakening
 May 2015 mxy
i s a b e l l a
Happy?
 May 2015 mxy
i s a b e l l a
Everyone wonders if you cut
or have suicidal thoughts.
I can still be depressed
and not want to die
or hurt myself.
Everyone wonders if you're sad.
No one ever asks if you're
happy.
 May 2015 mxy
lost girl
Happy
 May 2015 mxy
lost girl
I should be happy.

I woke up alive and well,
I should be happy.

I have new books to read,
I should be happy.

I have 490 songs on my iPod,
I should be happy.

I have good grades in school,
I should be happy.

I have friends who I can talk to and fangirl with,
I should be happy.

I'm young, I have my whole life ahead of me,
I should be happy.

I should be happy,
I'm not happy.

(a.d)
 May 2015 mxy
theboy
:Untitled"
 May 2015 mxy
theboy
Yes
I think it's safe to say
I've always had a soft spot
for the poetic, the symbolic
grasp after, two independent ideas
apply meaning and significance
through shared traits, proximity
or even a similar patter
of names running down the hallway

I think it's an understatement to say
that I've always had a soft spot
for the poetic, the symbolic
As a child I remember
explaining to a peer that
My Problem
was in my mind, it made too
many
connections
too
fast
and that makes things
difficult to interpret
Of the sea of possibilities
you're expected to pick
just one
I always chose the one
that reminded me of something previous
Snow is to cold, as square is to rectangle
But not always,
but enough.

At this point
I think there is little else worth saying
because it's the only valid explanation
for why I would pull you
so strongly
into my life
Because I've always had a soft spot
for the poetic, the symbolic
No, you aren't poetic.
But neither is solid rock
and you should see
what they've written
about the mountains
Maybe there was something
something that reminded me
of something else
something before
something learned
but never practiced

And maybe
when I met you
my mind made too
many
connections
too
fast

And maybe
I settled
on the piece of yarn
suspended between the tack stuck in you
and the tack stuck in this something

God, do I wish my mind
made just a few less connections
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