it's amazing how much affect
one little thing
can have on your emotions

a simple touch will make your heart melt,
a headset makes you feel official,
an angry look can make you feel like a failure.

it can be the tiniest thing,
not anything significant.
but to you,
it means the whole world.

i wanted to know why
i had been so crazy

but really, it was obvious.

you pushed me over the edge

i couldn't take it anymore.

the earth is waking up

coming back alive after
being covered with a
cold, wet blanket
for so long

it puts a little bit of
wonderful
in everything

the earth is coming alive again
and so am i

i watched them play
where i played  

i watched them eat
where i ate

i watched them live a little part
of the life that i lived

my house
my yard
my food
my childhood

i've been writing in red
because it reminds me of blood.

i'm not a violent person,
but there is something
extremely satisfying
about writing in red ink
and imagining that it is blood,
that you are staining
these pages forever
with something more
meaningful
than normal
ink.

i'm tired
and scared
and stressed
enough
as it is,

i don't need you
piling all your problems
on top of my own
and expecting me
to sort them all out
before I even start
dealing with my own.


*i'm going to break down

your friends keep leaving you
they walk away to
"talk"
or something stupid like that

i'll be with my friends
somewhere nearby

watching you kick a soccer ball around

wishing
with all my heart
that i had the courage to
wander over there
and start up a conversation