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.
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
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.
