If i suffer
i do not
suffer

What i'm holding back myself from saying to her?
The Heart eagerly beating my chest urging me to tell her!
The Mind is spontaneously stepping back happily to let the Heart say its word.....
The Soul gracefully holding the space for Heart to live the Joy of that Feeling...
                                        What to Say!
It is a question that burns me like the child's excitement!

                                        What to Say!
It is a wish to let her feel how she is coloring my life!

                                        What to Say!
It is a longing to let her know the warmth that she brings to my soul!

                                        What to Say!
                                        I love you!

Simmer down,
I'll tell you how to love me
underneath a purple sky
while watching swaying trees,
easier than looking into
your hurt eyes;
I really hate goodbyes.

I'll be wearing the smile
you killed me in,
wear your love all over my skin,
carry a bruise in my heart
as patience overflows
and of anger, I'll try to not overdose,
I wish I could push all
these problems away
and pull you closer,
but now I'll wound the two of us sober

You arms around me felt safe,
your lips tasted like home,
will you really force me to disown
everything of you I've come to know?

She has nothing to say
not one simple word
to explain
how she arrived
at this complication

She wanted to say so much
but....
thoughts rushed like rivers
she saved words in a jar
for another day

“I ought not to speak,
I ought not to eat what my wealthy heart deserves,
I ought not to be seen anywhere
But with my wealthy heart,
I am rich.
I ought not be always right,
But  with my wealthy heart,
I am not wrong”

There's so many things I want to say.
So so very many feelings to write about and get off my chest.
The worlds spinning way too fast for me to follow.
Oh well, I guess. Sometimes there just isn't anything left to say.

Under a simple smile
Screeching thoughts occur
Here is the dark calling out
Behind this blinding mask
For the light is a rare sight
It was a trap.
Couldn’t see through.
I never was really running from fear

I wasn’t hiding from the darkness,
But rather cowering from the lashes
It dangerously crippled me
Tearing down who I was inside
I don’t have the will to say,
The things you need to hear
Because I know I will be wasting my breath anyway
A gaze of pity
Is something I no longer give.