I can scream as loud
As I want.
I can sing as much
As I dare.
But the sounds bounce back
Against the walls.
Against the walls,
As if they're bare.

Talking to a wall,
As if it's your friend.
Is talking to a friend
As if its a wall
Is it the same in the end?

No, maybe she isn't a wall
But her response, or lack there of,  resembles one.

Maybe all of your friends
are walls.
I can see how that is
emotionally limiting.

After all, four walls make a prison.

Oh, little girl, little girl,
I know that man hurt you
And I know you feel empty
But little girl,
Your long legs were an invitation
And your skirt was most skimpy!

Little girl, little girl,
I know you're overheating
And I can tell you can't take this heat
But little girl,
The boys can't learn around you if they can see your shoulders!
Don't you know?
You're just a slab of ****** meat!

Little girl, little girl,
All of this may seem harsh,
And most of it crude.
But just remember,
Obedience is EXPECTED of you.

Little girl, little girl,
My advice to you is this
And this alone,
Don't let anyone tell you what to do
Or allow them to do anything you don't condone.

Robert makes it easy
you see the words flow
like rivers in the spring
the peak of plants' health
and prosperity
He makes it easy
paints settings and themes
with such grace and worth

Robert makes you want to live
in each world he creates
makes you inspired
to be
to see
to get off your ***.
How can you acquire
such an ability
to move people in
such a way.

Robert can take
such deep themes and make them
so light and thoughtless
that it sinks deeper than
any scary statistic or story
two roads, one to choose
chose the one less chosen by, of course.
He was a hipster too.
I took the road less traveled by before
it was cool.

Robert Frost is pretty alright.

I miss talking to you everyday
I hate how far away you feel
We haven't broken up yet
But I can feel it within me
My anxiety is rising up
I'm worried this week since I last saw you has been long enough
For you to realize you don't need me as much as I need you
I'm not worried because this isn't true,
I'm terrified to my core because it is.

I literally cannot put into words how this relationship has been. I have never taken so many risks with anyone in my whole life. Whether it was being completely honest with you, letting you see me with out make up, or how I told you about my anxiety and depression. And with every leap of faith, you caught me. During each leap my stomach got so upset and scared, and with every catch I felt so much safer and closer with you.

With you I am not scared of every what-if and worry. With you I seem to forget every doubt I ever had about our relationship, myself, or my body image. When you are beside me, those thoughts that test my will to live at night, those thoughts of how alone I am are nothing but air from my lungs as I sigh and say I love you as I cling closer to you.

And I'm sorry but I can't control my worries and anxieties as you can, no, I can't just forget about things that might happen in the future. They linger there like the acidic after taste of a pill.

I. Cannot. Just. "Not Worry". About. It.
I do not have the strength to keep my fears from becoming me, I lay and ball up in my bed at night while those what-if's I mentioned before consume me and make me scar myself from crying. I want you to know this.


You have become the very thing I was always afraid of and that is a drug. You're an addiction. Not in the cliche romantic sense, in the way in which you are so similar to my anti-depressants, one week with out you and I am grasping for what is left of my self worth. I have become dependent and I need you to know this because you make throwing me away so easy and effortless like I have always wanted to be strong enough to be able to do.



I want you to know this because for some sick reason I want you to care as much as I do.