I am a mess. My mind stops working and my words start falling Out of my mouth like the clumsy ramblings Of a middle school girl who doesn't know How to talk to boys yet. I feel the corners of my mouth move … Continue reading Messy
My mind is sick. There is a cancerous cell closing in on all sides until my eyes close for the day and give me time away from myself. My mind is sick, and I can't escape it.
It’s raining and my mind Is a blur of blue and green And brown and black Sitting next to you, I watch the windows reflect The rain painting the panes, And take your hands to dance. I want to dance in the puddles Until the … Continue reading Rainy Days