When I am around you, I feel lost. Maybe it’s because of the thoughts I have That drown out what is real, And what is not-- Maybe it's my mouth replacing the air with water, Heavy in my lungs-- I'm afraid of what will come up Once I try to connect the words in… Continue reading Misscommunication
Sometimes I smile out of habit. I don’t notice when it’s dishonest, Because I’m so used to convincing myself it’s true. You can fake it so much that it turns into your reality, Even when you are pretending. But sometimes pretending seems more familiar to me than reality. I continue repeating and hearing… Continue reading Don’t Leave Me in the Dark
I need time to breathe Or to time my breaths By 1...2...3 But the counting creates a mood of apathy and emptiness Like I can’t stay awake like this— And I’ve missed the reason For methodically breathing In and out. It’s broken down for peace, Not destructive thoughts That beat up my heart,… Continue reading 1 2 3
I feel weight on my body, But my mind is awake and waiting. I feel hope. Small, but it grows and makes each step lighter— Like I’m lighting a fire And searching for the spark that’s starts a flame— I will wait. I don’t want to sink into this feeling I have… Continue reading People Need a Melody
This isn't what I asked for. I asked for freedom and confidence to open my hands and catch promises, But I feel crushed by a suffocating loneliness that bids me to go to bed. My eyes close and I let the darkness fall in on all sides, because I realize I am afraid of myself. I… Continue reading Suffocating
My heart is fractured by beating fists. Voices reach the inner workings of my body And push me to hide-- But darkness looks a lot like fear. I'm blindly moving through lost caverns Fighting for an answer-- But it isn't here.
Words are lost in translation and my mind is a blur of yes and no and run, but I wait for someone to step out of this blur and say something that sounds like a warm greeting-- a hello from quiet mornings and coffee-- but my thoughts are too light for the harsh reality that… Continue reading Heavy Listening
I have something to tell you, but I’m not sure how to say it. Are you happy? I want you to be happy, But I’m not sure what to do– I feel like I’m tiptoeing around shattered glass, Picking up stray pieces, Wondering where they came from. I want to tell you something, But I… Continue reading Are you Happy?