Aug 2016
My mind is at war with itself.
Neither side willing to give an inch to the other.
"It's like 2 sides
Of the same coin"
Is that what you think?
Is that what you say?
Well flip that **** coin already,
Tell me how this all plays out.
Take me from this constant hell.
Oh look, it's landed on its edge.
Balancing precariously in the middle, just like me.
Now tuck me back into bed,
I guess I'll just sleep forever
In this haunting nightmare.
Neither side willing to give an inch to the other.
"It's like 2 sides
Of the same coin"
Is that what you think?
Is that what you say?
Well flip that **** coin already,
Tell me how this all plays out.
Take me from this constant hell.
Oh look, it's landed on its edge.
Balancing precariously in the middle, just like me.
Now tuck me back into bed,
I guess I'll just sleep forever
In this haunting nightmare.
I have a small notebook. I write all my poetry and thoughts here before I do it anywhere else. I write it with the ultra fine tip of a black sharpie. If you open one side of my notebook, all you'll read are happy poems, poems filled with love and joy and hope. But open the other side, and you'll see the results of all that hope, all that love, and all that joy. I know life has its ups and downs but they feel so extreme.
