I am the girl who has said too much,
one too many drinks,
              way too many words.
it's not my foot in my mouth
just too many words.

I am the girl who shares far too much,
much more than what is necessary.
               you can know my whole life
in just one simple night.

But you do not know what is inside of me.

The soul of an artist:
tormented with yearning
                for something different
the novelty has now been extinguished-

I am bored.

I constantly feel this way-
ready to throw away the clothes of the past
and skinny dip my way to the future.

I am sorry,
      It's not you
      It's Me
too cliche I know

but it is me,
I don't think I have ever been satisfied
and maybe never will-

but that's the thing
I yearn so deeply for-

Contentment for the mundane.