The stakes are high when words are at stake It’s an open hand we give we take waging with words a gamble for me playing a fine line with cliche or corny no matter the draw poker face or story that rhyme you find too profound too bally I deal this poem I roll you read double or nothing a hit or miss is always guaranteed
I could stare into your eyes For all eternity I am so beguiled by you and by you beauty Wish that I could talk to you And know the words to say To find the strength to ask you out to know the words to say. I wish I could ask you out I wish that I i knew you I wish that I had your number so i could call you
for the longest part of my life my mother said she would be "better off dead" for the longest part of my life i had to hear, "if you dont do what i say i might as well be dead" for the longest part of my life i heard "you will miss me when I'm dead" for the longest part of my life i was blackmailed, emotionally.
One cannot make a person want to live. One cannot make a person except what they have done. One cannot take the blame, if you are only a little child.
my earliest memory of "keeping things safe" by agreeing to mum ultimatums...I was maybe around 6.
i take what i love about myself and wear it as a badge of honor, but at night i stare at the ceiling and list all the things i hate. i stamp it in a journal and time-date it, bookmark the page i left off on and i put the leather bound away. once a year i visit what i hate about myself and find that as long as the feelings are inked on a page and not weighing heavy on my chest, there isn’t much to hate at all.
We are Floating down a river where the waiting never stops Holding onto our last exhale too afraid to drown Dreaming of the day that we sail high above the clouds Pretending we have yet to reach the edge of the waterfall