where does love begin
in your own head only source in the universe
My head hurts
It's gonna explode Why you ask If I only knew I'd share with you For you see It's to many things it could be It could be the stress It could be the headache It could be my overthinking So could you please stand back I wish to not explode with anybody to close The mess it will make So please don't stand to close my head Is ex..plo..ding ... © Jennifer L DeLong 🦏 4/26/2021
The glass broke
Like my voice when I spoke When my head insisted But my heart persisted But life goes on Ill be "ok" by dawn
is the absence of anything, yet I feel empty, with my head full of everything.
You can say whatever you want
But that doesn't mean it's true I suppose if the roles were reversed I would have trouble admitting it too Of course your memory differs No two perspectives are the same It was many years ago So you are not to blame But what you said weighed much more On my ears than your own I am not trying to make mountains out of molehills My recollection is not overblown It feels like it was yesterday That those careless words left your lips Even speaking them aloud now Still stabs my self-esteem and rips "With the way you are you deserve to die" I am not making it up like you think I did not misunderstand you You didn't even stutter or blink You did not say "You are gonna die" Although I am sure that's what you meant To summarize I had it coming That was pretty much the extent You apologized right after Realizing you were wrong But the damage was already inflicted Statement a little too strong What hurts the most is you are honest And only say things you truly believe But when I analyze it you are correct I beckon death with a push of my sleeve So denial may have you fooled But I can't forget what you said And no matter how much I wish it wasn't so Your comment will always remain in my head
To my dad
They asked me how I knew
That I loved only you. Do you know what I said? The first thing that came to my head? I told them you're like lo-fi indie One tear and you're there for me Waiting to sing and help me through One hour in your arms and I'm back to new. And, like the music, you fill out the edges The sharp that cut up my senses You pad them out and soften them up So when I fall, I don't feel so struck.
My head feels heavy when
I get a lot of hair, Or when I've an unsuitable pair. My sight grows dim when I get a broken heart, Or when I see an unusual art. My breath feels stale when I get mouth sores, Or in the morning I've just opened my eyes.
My HP Poem #1917
say what you want of me
i'm true to myself and how i feel tell me i need to be better cause you're right that i should do more i should that i could be more i could "what do you want though?" happiness enough cheddar to see myself fed i'm no dairy farmer but cream has filled my head and now i'm sinking cause the light man is now heavier than lead
No one knows the real you
Because that person is forever in your head
I dont think they ever come out