there are times
when you smile at me
when I look up and catch your gaze
when I am so lucky as to witness the little twinkle in your big doe eyes
when your arms wrap around my waist
and your head is in between my shoulder and my neck
those are times
I could wish for nothing more
because
You know my love for you
I know your love for me
Unconditional care, Unwavering in its stature.
I love those times, honey.

don't open up.
hold it all in.
you're an open book.
begin again.
wait.
rewind.
do they care?
or is this a part
of their manipulative scheme?
I think it is.
Why would you tell them
about your sadness disease?
Don't tell them
what makes your skin crawl.
They will eat you alive,
masticate the flesh and bone and soul between their teeth
like cannibals.
don't trust anyone.
keep your mouth closed.
they'll just talk and stare.
close the book.
step away.
maybe even forever.

Dear tumblr ,
I know it sounds sad, and some might say that it is insane, but you are my one true friend. I can tell you anything and everything that’s on my mind without fear of rejection or judgement. I know you never respond back, but you listen. We both gain things from this friendship. You are my closest friend. Friends do not have to be human. But yes, it seems you are the ONLY one who knows each and every thing about me.
All the others are either ones I can’t talk to , or ones I can only share some things with , or ones I do not mean nearly as much to as they mean to me.
A truer and more loyal companion does not exist in any other being, human or not human.
Sincerely,
Me.

i can promise myself to you
because i've nothing to lose
if someone hurts me one more time.
i can be loyal
because i would betray myself.
can you do the same, honey, can you?
if you cannot , that's a good thing -
you're not as ****** up as me,
you've still got a sense of self.
but there is no 'me' - i am only made of others.