The way you smell,
I’ll breathe you in,
that spot, just behind your ear,
where hairline meets skin.
You fill me with a fire,
That warms me from within.
I love the way you touch me gently.
Oh! But the way you throw me down!
Washing over me like the ocean,
and im so willing to drown!
I’m drawn in by your energy,
I can feel it pulling me close.
Like magnet to metal
like a moth to a flame
That magic I feel deep inside,
when I hear you say my name!
Are you willing to give up your name,
the way Romeo was willing to lose
his name for Juliet?
I worry that
I may be
The negative charges
Are building beneath
The shield that I choose
To call my ribcage,
Painting my lungs blue
And weighing it
With my mistakes.
I cannot exist alone,
All too willing
To give myself away
To anything that somehow
Makes me feel whole.
I couldn’t tell you sooner,
But these problems
Can’t be solved
You are the promise
I'm willing to be
This is for someone who made a promise to me years ago (together with a promise ring) and is very diligent in fulfilling it.
you're a lightning
you light up my world
and I love the sound of your thunder
but at the same time
you have the power
to destroy me
and it scares me
that I'm willing
with this fear
you've had me, you've had me
and you've had me not
so you think that by now
you'd know what you want
you had me, you have me
and you're losing me now
you can either pull me in
or you can let me down
I was yours, and I am yours
but I'm not like before
you've not giving what you've given,
and I'm heart aching for more.
you want to explore
want to know through and through
but I gave you every inch of me,
I have nothing left to expose to you.
let me in, let me in
or let me go, let me go
I'm in this, and I'm willing
how could you not know?
You've enslaved my heart
before I could ever say
I want to say my thanks to my long time friend beth by saying this: your writing searches for truth from our deepest wells of feeling.
When I was younger,
I used to make fun of the people in the Depression commercials.
I thought, "Oh, just cheer up!'
I thought the people in those commercials were always so pathetic.
I never thought that as an adult,
I would be faced with the same issues.
I never thought I would reach a day in my life,
where all I ever want to do is sleep.
I never thought that I would struggle to do small tasks.
I never imagined that I would have such a hard time leaving my bed every morning.
I never imagined that this ache in my chest would come back every time it snowed.
I used to love the snow,
but ever since my junior year of high school,
I reach this stage of nostalgia when the frost bites.
I literally have no idea how to help myself.
I feel so incredibly isolated.
Perhaps, it is the darkness that makes me so tired.
I want nothing more than to cuddle up in my comforter.
I want nothing more than evenings spent binge watching episode after episode.
Maybe it's the weather,
Or maybe it is me.
Maybe it is the situation that I am constantly finding myself in.
I feel like I can never please anyone.
I feel like I lose all sense of motivation.
I do not understand.
This time, it is different.
For I do not want to take my own life this season,
but I do not want to do anything with it.
I am drowning in homework.
I am drowning in confusion and doubt.
I don't even want to tell Henry what I am dealing with right now,
because he doesn't deserve it.
He doesn't deserve my constant complaints.
I just feel so empty inside.
How do I deal with this?
This ache comes back season, after winter season.
I cannot wrap my mind around it.
Why does this happen to me?
I am unsure of who I am supposed to turn to in these nights of need.
I feel as if I am lacking something,
or perhaps my brain lacks something during these cold months.
Perhaps it is my heart.
sometimes it doesn't matter
that you're not as capable
you are willing
willing to learn
willing to grow
that willingness you have?
that is enough
you are enough-
more than enough.
She has tried her hardest not always but often
She falters on occasions not often
She wants him to see how much she has done
She wants him to stand by her side when she is not at her best
She knows he is willing to do it sometimes not often
She knows that he feels sick just looking at her
She knows that he can't stand her
So, she backs away into silence right beside him
Right where he can see
Because unlike him she would stay at his worst
She would die for him always not often
Been a long time since my dad talked to me, might be a surprise because we live under the same roof