I started to text you but it was late. My heart made me feel like it just couldn’t wait. There’s been so much silence between us yet my mouth has so much to say. Hiding how I feel within because it’s not like you care anyway. Random meme’s on IG remind me that it’s time to let you go.
How can I just ignore you?
I don’t know how to put on a show. My feelings for you are so real. I wish you’d be vulnerable first and tell me how you feel. Cause right now my “too much pride”is all in the way. If I let these walls fall down baby I’d beg you to stay. Are you on the other end erasing unsent messages too? Maybe you’ve dialed my number & hung up before you could express “I love you.”
Will our egos be our ultimate demise?
I can only sit here and hope that you somehow hear my cry….
Don’t let go.
Fear is vulnerability’s greatest enemy...and yours too. #thinkaboutit
I’ve had times in my life that make me unworthy. I’ve committed acts that make people what to swerve me. Knowing what I know now, and if I could do back to the days of early, Would I still be so undeserving? Or would the world serve me? Would I be a king? Or just another urchin?
Worrying about it now will never serve me. So I try to make my future work for me. Push on forwards, keep on fighting. Maybe one day I will do the right thing. And if I don’t at least I tried, I’ll be able to say that on the day I die.
And like that she became wet. ******* before she bathed in the storm. Umbrella left home, by the door. She wanted to be cleansed. Clothes thrown to the side. Where's the fun in being dry. To rush every moment that craves to be moist. Splashing in puddle after puddle. The Infatuation of being free. The depth of being caught in a portrait just before it drys. Covered in layer after layer of heavy blue. A foam of white. A kiss that quenches every thirst. Our lips the brush that sops the wetness. Forever more. To purposely be caught without an umbrella
In monumental testament. I grabbed a bottle and began to fill it with notes. In times where reassurance was needed most I replaced the contains of the bottle with thoughts. Unable to speak in a time where actions proved to speak louder. Hesitant eyes that waited for reply. Drawing a blank where silence seemed ideal. On one of the notes I drew a ship on the front and back of it. Sliding it in the middle of the bottle. Shaking the bottle up and down, I watched it shift back and forth in wave after wave of loose strips of paper. Rough torn edges, uneven chunks of paper. Considering myself human for the most part. Taking a minute to walk across the shore. Watching a ship sail it's maiden voyage. Blue lines, the smell of paper. The sound of waves crashing against the sides of the ship. Sitting down along the side of the shore. Watching a ship caught in a storm of paper. Reassuringly gathering my thoughts. The ship drawn perfectly, setting sail across the depth of the bottle. Leaned upright, splashing down on one note or another. Following my first mind I sat the bottle on a stack of books. I still wasn't ready to talk
Who are you when you're alone? Who are you when you're surrounded by people? Who are you becoming?
Are you listening to all the voices in your head? Are you the same person in the daytime versus the night?
When you look up at the sky, do you see blue or do you see gray? When you look in the mirror, do you see beauty or do you see shame? Do you ever notice the differences between the person you were yesterday & the person you are today?
Can you remember the last time you went out & didn't get wasted? Can you say you spend more time on your phone than in your own embrace? Can you even recall the last time you woke up happy?
Tell me, who are you when no one else is around? If you're honest with yourself, you'll realize we all have parts of us that are frail & broken. That's one thing we'll always have in common. If you come in contact with someone who tells you anything different, run.
I'm not afraid to share my story, neither should you be. **Life is freely given to us by grace not by privilege. Don't ever get that twisted.
My wounds go deeper then the ones on my wrist My scars hurt more than the blood on my wrist My tears won't fall, I'm emotionally conflicted While inflicting this pain is my most sincere addiction It hurts so much, I just want to cut deeper Bleeding out, awaiting the arrival of the reaper Scars so deep, I no longer care to smile Wishing I could slip away for a while To fade away, leave my troubles behind Only if the voices in my head were as kind Wishing for the time my body decays That is when I live my final day When family and friends all beg me to stay Most importantly its when my scars fade AWAY