Words connect
So elegantly
So easily
In this time after
The birds have stopped singing
So that my
     Whispered
thoughts can be heard
And I can take a few heartbeats
To accept
Who I've become
To try to drown out a
Weakened jealousy
With a true
Weakened happiness
That inspires me
With its sincerity
No matter how small
Or tightrope-balanced it might be
Because it's a start
I always knew I was a creative type
Grades perfect
But heart wandering
Over misted mountains
And soaring with words that catch my mind
So much more that
Fact
It's the honey in
Place of the
Traditionally monetized
Vinegar that
I could taste
And live off of
But it'd leave a sour taste in my mouth
And I'd either choke
And ruin something important
Or just spit it out
Because of a lack of pain tolerance
At this time when
No one is awake
No one is around
I'm able to piece
Thought after thought together
On a never-ending string
Of what are most likely over
slightly
Dramatized phrases
The emotions are raw
But raw is so biting
And out there
So like the creative I am
I add a bit of sugar
To try to replicate a personal
Checked-box perfection