Sometimes I think about you all the time
But only sometimes.
If my mind knows it's all the time
it might hurt to much.

I ate so much cereal to mask my pain.
I ate because I was rebelling against myself.
Now I'm burping up my cereal.
It doesn't taste good anymore.
Karma

Eclectic thoughts sounds fancy.
If I make myself sound appeasing
then perhaps they cant see.
My eclectic thoughts **** me.

I just ate two bowls of cereal to make myself feel better.
Why do we pile on to the pain.
Why don't we dig the pain out
and then fill it with cereal?

What is poetry?
Can it be anything?
Do I have to try to sound clever
by playing with my words?
Or are my feelings deep enough
to shadow the attention
on my word play?
Are words even enough?
Frankly words just brush the surface
of my feelings.
Or perhaps I have no idea
on how to articulate myself.

Love me more in my ugliest times
because thats when I hate myself the most
and someone needs to love me
please

I think I'm fighting my biggest challenge yet.
Myself
I am my own enemy
I am my own hero
If I feel like I can't rule myself.
Then there is no win.