I can feel it slowly happening
Hot midsummer evening
?It's dancing with my hidden fears?
Slowly covering my undrying tears?
It slowly flowing into my soul?
Giving life to my cold coals?

I am so passionately scared of you?
So Frightful of the things you do?
Things you do in ignorance?
None of which require penance?
Slowly I'm sinking deeper and deeper?
Brink of loving, thoughts now meager

I cannot stop this slow dance?
It pulls my person, grabs my heart?
Breaths my air, puppeteer stringing?
Along unrequited love in a sinister advance??
I cannot stop my falling for you?
I cannot stop this slow drop

I was a flower you plucked from the ground, crushed in your hand, but made for a crown. You hurt my petals, neglected my leaves.

   I had to go, I had to leave.

And my painful words set me free, and I sent them to you as flowers. You, who stopped me from growing.

So you'd remember, always knowing. The flower that you tried to break and bleed, was finally free. As wild as the sea, and happy to be.

i know it sounds crazy how I could
drop something I loved
so fast.
it made me happy
at one point in my life,
but it soon turned around.
I cried, and compared.  
all it turned out to be was just fun
for a period of time.

My hands sit on the keyboard in eager anticipation.
I wait for a word to form–any word–that might look wordly,
or worldly if not heavenly.
But the bubble bursts and I fail to see.
Its existence remains a mystery even to me.

"you're stupid," she scoffs.

I look up from my pen and paper
and reply, "So sue me."

"If you paid attention to me like you do your **** writing we'd be alright," she sneers.

I pretend not to hear her.
I grab my coat and head out the door.
I can hear that
crazy woman calling
from down the street.
     I smile.
        Life sure is funny sometimes.

You'll know my worth, by the time I forgot yours and I am reminded of mine;

You'll soon be in love with me, by the time I won't be with you, but I am, finally;


with myself.

2 personalities
an outgoing, loud talking teenager
or
a quiet, art loving  young adult.
I could party the night away
or
sit in bed with tea and a movie.
I'm a people person always with something to talk about
or
I'm a writer to tell my notebook everything and keep it inside.
whether It's an introvert or extrovert day, those are my personalities

I understand her, her unsaid reasons,
her silence, her situation;

more than I could understand mine,  more than I could understand, me.