the depth of my soul can only be expressed
           among the midst of burning
                                      hearts &
                                               raining
                                             eyes.
the maze of my thoughts can only be
                                                                spoken
         through              br  o  k e n,
                                         ink-
                                              -d-i-p-p-e-d   hearts.
only when my mind is
                                                 bent &
                                          curled &
                                   swirled &
                                         l o s t
can my words begin to mean something.

only when my head is                  light &             hazy

& my perception compares to that of some
drug-
        -fueled
                 frenzy,
can my words be
                                                  beautiful.

but i am happy,
                                 for the most part.

& so my words fall
                                                  off
                                                                                      the                    pag-

                                                                                                            -es.


& they mean nothing.
just some
simple
empty
ramblings.

of a newly
normal
girl.