She was like the four seasons
Changing month by month
And she in turn changed who I was
When I met her once
The day I met her was in spring
When all the world was in bloom
She wiped the tears off of my face
And chased away the gloom
In summertime she was the sun
My world was burning bright
She held me tight when we would sleep
And chased away the night
Then autumn came in on a breeze
My girl was rich and bold
She wrapped blankets around my skin
And chased away the cold
But when winter came creeping upon us
The lady could bear it no longer
Told me "I can't always be your crutch."
I begged her "But I'm getting stronger!"
All the wounds she had mended
The damage inside would unfurl
I had finally found me a lover
But I chased away my girl

HE was the one to glue her back together when she had broken apart. She was left by Another.
A heap.
A mess.
And HE came along, a homemade superhero, to bandage her cuts and ice her sores and nurse her back to health.
At her every word, HE bent a listening ear. If she had talked for years, HE wouldn't have flinched.


Another came back.
She grabbed her things and dashed off, into Another's arms again, the same arms capable of crushing.

Ok
HE said

That's fine
HE said

Lucky for her, HE packed her some glue just in case

To think
I thought of you
For hours on end
To think
I trusted you
Put my heart in your hands
To think
I opened up to you
My dark thoughts filtering in
To think
I missed you
There's no way you missed me too
And I knew I'd be alone
I just didn't think like this
And I knew you'd leave me
But who would've thought?
Who would've known?
I'd end up looking at your gravestone

I've lived my life 
In an eternity 
Of the inbetween 
Almost great 
But not good enough, 
Almost thin 
But not skinny enough 
Almost popular 
But not liked enough 
There, in my reach, 
In my sight, close enough to touch,taste, feel 
Is perfection 
The simplicity of the easy 
Of the perfect, 
of the complete 
So Here's to the in-betweens
Who have lived there lives
Being normal
But not good enough to be accepted.
I reach in front of me,
And I see a reflection of myself.
All I see is one million years of work,
Someone who will never be loved.
We are all made of love
And yet I cannot seem to love myself.
Others love me,
Some do not.
I am not the shy girl who hides in the corner
Or the loud funny one.
I am the calm,
Right before the storm;
The swaying of the trees
On an August morning;
I the clouds,
Covering the beautiful sunset.

Inhale.
With every breath my lungs quake
a crack resounds in my diaphragm
A darkness like a blanket
Covering my cobalt eyes
I breathe in the city
A life building brick by brick
In this ice cold
Hard as bone prison
Hiding behind my jail cell ribs
They are casing me in
Closed
Closed
Closed
Trapped
A fight rages on between
This heart and this brain
My veins filled to the brim with warriors
Swords causing unknown slits
The red
Red
Red
Rushing around inside
My legs urge motivation
My soul pleads a stop
My throat doesn’t utter a syllable
My hands shake around but
My lungs just build this home
This beautiful life
this beautiful city
this beautiful darkness like air
My sternum knocks at my chest
My scapula peeks around to see
My ears dying to see who’s there
My eyes dying to hear the voice
Of my conscience speaking to me
Exhale
All these thought whirl through my mind
My city is beginning to decay
The war has paused and everyone is looking up
Soldiers have stopped churning through my blood
No one is begging anymore
The pleas are gone
my ears are filled
The cloth has been removed my eyes can see this light
My beauty has been condemned
Everyone is smiling
Like clowns at a circus
All painted and sad
With a hint of hopeless
With a sudden yearning to stop this at once the cycle begins again
Inhale.