Slamming doors,
Stomping feet,
Angry tone,
And vicious eyes.
Screaming.
Yelling.
Harsh words.
And instead of flinching,
Unlike then,
Right here and right now
My fist clenches,
And I want to scream
"What power do you have?
Other than inflicting fear upon those that are weaker than you?"
And I feel nothing for those that have
Left me bruised and scarred,
Spitting up blood during my
Graduation ceremony.
Not contempt,
Not anger,
Maybe a little fear.
And when I feel rage
Coursing through my veins,
I'm suddenly calmed my a thought,
Sweet and Simple:
"My Bluebird."
And it's a song,
It's a smell,
It's a feeling of warmth and calm,
It's sanity in a good way,
Insanity in the best way.
My Bluebird of Peace,
Brings calm around me,
Brings the sizzling, explosive temper I possess,
Down into nothing.
He lifts me into the light of day,
When I'm overcast.
He pulls me into the warmth of human decency,
When I don't feel human at all.
There's a certain "who-knows-what" about him,
And I'm more than willing to find what it is,
And hold it to my heart with all the defensive protection
I can muster up.
Golden rays of sun,
Glistening down from the heavens,
And I'd rather be here with him
Than anywhere else.
A sky so blue it wraps you in the warmth
Of the sweet summer breeze,
That you almost can't feel because the humidity coats your wind pipe.
And birds flutter and sing in the distance,
And the soft call of a crow can be heard farther off,
And a song thrums in the back of my head,
And I feel a flounce and flutter in my heart,
And I want to feel the beat of his heart
Against my back
As we fall asleep.
The smell of apple cider
On a winters day,
And the warmth of the fire,
As my hands spread across a blanket,
To link fingers with his.
I want to remember
This feeling of being in love
Forever.
Yet I know,
I will be in love
With him until the end of days.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 6:42 PM UTC
Slamming doors,
Stomping feet,
Angry tone,
And vicious eyes.
Screaming.
Yelling.
Harsh words.
And instead of flinching,
Unlike then,
Right here and right now
My fist clenches,
And I want to scream
"What power do you have?
Other than inflicting fear upon those that are weaker than you?"
And I feel nothing for those that have
Left me bruised and scarred,
Spitting up blood during my
Graduation ceremony.
Not contempt,
Not anger,
Maybe a little fear.
And when I feel rage
Coursing through my veins,
I'm suddenly calmed my a thought,
Sweet and Simple:
"My Bluebird."
And it's a song,
It's a smell,
It's a feeling of warmth and calm,
It's sanity in a good way,
Insanity in the best way.
My Bluebird of Peace,
Brings calm around me,
Brings the sizzling, explosive temper I possess,
Down into nothing.
He lifts me into the light of day,
When I'm overcast.
He pulls me into the warmth of human decency,
When I don't feel human at all.
There's a certain "who-knows-what" about him,
And I'm more than willing to find what it is,
And hold it to my heart with all the defensive protection
I can muster up.
Golden rays of sun,
Glistening down from the heavens,
And I'd rather be here with him
Than anywhere else.
A sky so blue it wraps you in the warmth
Of the sweet summer breeze,
That you almost can't feel because the humidity coats your wind pipe.
And birds flutter and sing in the distance,
And the soft call of a crow can be heard farther off,
And a song thrums in the back of my head,
And I feel a flounce and flutter in my heart,
And I want to feel the beat of his heart
Against my back
As we fall asleep.
The smell of apple cider
On a winters day,
And the warmth of the fire,
As my hands spread across a blanket,
To link fingers with his.
I want to remember
This feeling of being in love
Forever.
Yet I know,
I will be in love
With him until the end of days.
When good outweighs bad and you can mark your recovery as (mostly) recovered.
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