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Breathe.
It's only for a time.
Breathe.
Do not let the tears spill out.
Breathe.
But they laugh and laugh and *laugh
and I cannot handle their hands on each other and their smiles turned away from me and the complicity they share I am so
alone
In a sea of people
I put 5 plates
On a table and I am the odd one
Out.
I stare straight at the wall.
But they laugh and laugh and laugh and do not realize we are in a different universe.


**I am the 5th plate.
The universe whispers crazy secrets onto my skin
My eyes drink it all
And I raise my head towards the galaxies
For once,
Watching over me.
I want to be made of a tougher material than flesh and bones.
I want to look into your eyes and know my body is strong enough not to crumble.
I want my skin to be made of scales and fire,
So when you try to stab me in the back I can turn around
And watch you cower in fear because I am invincible.
I want your touch to be cold against the heat of my skin.
I want to burn you alive.
And when all you are is powder and smoke,
Dust in my hand,
Let me blow away the last remnants of your soul.
I want to smile and let the daggers in my hand disintegrate.
Let me loose my skin and create a brand new me you will never touch.
Let me be a dragon.
"It's like they will give you an answer", she whispered to the universe. "Like each star sings to you in another language. You may not understand, but you stay and listen to their quiet voices, knowing there is a solution." She trembled, moving to hold herself. She shook her head and let out a little laugh. "See, that's why I'm not one hundred percent happy. When I need someone to hold me, I'm the only one around."
People take moments for granted but

When you made a grab for my hand

I could see everything in slow motion
I miss wanting to be awake

I would stay up all night and hide under my cover and read till dawn
Then try very hard to pretend I had a good night of sleep
Truth was, I had the best night of no sleep.

I miss wanting to be awake

I would go to school and wait impatiently to go home
So I could bake a cake before my parents came back
I would mess it up, eat it raw, it was amazing

I miss wanting to be awake

I would keep my eyes open for hours if you would just text me once and
The smile on my face, nothing can compare
I would be the first one up because you were the last one down
And everything with us was a competition.
She used to walk on sunshine and talk like roses, soft and sweet, tender to the touch, easily bruised.
She had been manhandled and bruised many, many times.
Too many to count.
But each spring she blossomed and bloomed still, hoping to find the one who would touch her like a flower.
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