there is something powerful about holding
a pen in your hand and writing down
all of the things that you know
and that you
don’t
so my tearstains litter the page like petals
falling from my pen
because my eyes have lost their caring long ago
I’m not sure when
but at some point being okay
became more important than being alive so
I don’t really cry anymore. can’t.
sometimes I know that I should but
the tears don’t come and I feel
a little less than human
but this is how i love myself:
honest ink tracing words of the heart
words that hold my essence better than i ever could
words that voice my joy and my hope and my anguish
words
words
words
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 12:36 AM UTC
there is something powerful about holding
a pen in your hand and writing down
all of the things that you know
and that you
don’t
so my tearstains litter the page like petals
falling from my pen
because my eyes have lost their caring long ago
I’m not sure when
but at some point being okay
became more important than being alive so
I don’t really cry anymore. can’t.
sometimes I know that I should but
the tears don’t come and I feel
a little less than human
but this is how i love myself:
honest ink tracing words of the heart
words that hold my essence better than i ever could
words that voice my joy and my hope and my anguish
words
words
words
