She’s pure as white,
Yet it hides her from the world,
Like a rabbit in a snowstorm,
Innocence blankets her true colours,
I always loved winter,
The idea of the world covered in white,
As if the world could wear a mask once a year and pretend to be innocent,
We indulge in the spirits of the holidays and for a little while,
Everything is okay.

I feel like I could bleed a rainbow,
For once I can sit calmly,
My thoughts will flow,
They are a gentle stream,
Yet even as a surging waterfall,
They bring me solace this once.
Perhaps I have found myself again,
Perhaps I have completely lost my mind.
Perhaps what we seldom feel,
Are the feelings we should not,
For life is little about pleasure,
More so about sacrifice.

I like poems because they say what I cannot.

No, it's not okay
Not this time. Not today.
I've eaten too many of your apologies.
I've looked past all of your faults out of love.

But not today.
Today I'm going to take a swig of the selfishness you've been drunk on.
I'm going to let my feelings bleed out into potentially explosive syllables.
Today I'm taking my chance to tell you how you make me feel.

I hate it.
I hate how you just assume everything is okay.
I can't stand how I build my life around you, yet I'm only a brick in one of your blank walls.
It drives me insane how much I care because I know you don't care at all.
I hate how afraid I am of telling the truth because the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you.

So today I'll let it go again.
I'll chew on another lame excuse.
I'll stay humble and sober on your behalf.
I'll turn a blind eye again.
I'll do everything I always do for you and more...

But

From today it won't be okay
anymore...

I want to run.
        Run with all the force and might my frail body can muster.

        Run.
        As my chest heaves with it's last ragged breaths.
        My legs burn with all the intensity of fiery Pompeii.
        My feet bleed from the jagged rocks and thorns that have worn their way through my soles.
  
        But I don't care.

I Just want to run.
        And ONLY when my body collapses,unable to move another muscle, will I be content to rest.

        Until I gain enough strength to Run again.

Here, In the brightening forest,
only the fleeting stars can see me

The newborn air I breathe
bathes me in safety and I

Bloom, forget, and
ebb into meditation.

oh look
a deer;

maybe if i'm quiet