Sunday, January 28, 2018

I care

dew drop irises
and streaky curls of hair 
I brush them down 
And scratch your head 
To show how much I care.


Each time I find a pretty verse
Or feel something’s unfair 
I want to show you,
Talk it out,
to show you that I care.


I know your favorites,
All the foods,
The colors, 
Things we share, 
I’ll clean the cupboards and the floors
To show how much I care.


I worry for your safety
And ask for you in prayer, 
Your happiness is my concern 
And I’ll always be there
When you feel that all is lost
Or drowning in despair
I’ll be there to pull you out 


that’s how much I care. 

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

because this is what I want.

maybe I'm too much of everything,
you ever thought of that?
maybe I give you too much credit,
maybe you think I have issues,
but maybe we all have issues and I'm the only one who wants to solve mine.
I never thought you thought my writing was too depressing.
I thought you loved me as I was,
crazy writing,
optimism,
passion and all.
I guess I was wrong,
but I guess that's the optimism again.
I didn't know you were waiting for me to sleep before you could come back.
Psycho psycho me,
I'm a new adjective.
And while you’re out at the bar,
Lying to me every night,
Everyone says "good luck with her,"
Everyone says I'm overthinking,
but I guess I want to overthink rather than underthink,
to defend my friends rather than lose them,
to be on time rather than late,
to be reliable instead of spontaneous,
I want to radiate,
but everyone put their sunglasses on and they can't see how hard I'm trying.
I'm reaching out with every ray of light I have,
bursting with energy and motivation,
trying to burn out the scars from before,
and they're turning away,
whispering behind me about how ugly I'm becoming,
they wish I would harden and die,
any part of the star cycle has its faults and
that's all they see.
So I guess if I want to hang with the cool kids I've got to put the glasses on too,
pretend like I can't hear them,
pretend like they aren't poisoning me and each other,
pretend like the flames are under control,
pretend,
pretend,
pretend
It's not what I want.




Sunday, January 07, 2018

emote

there's an unsettling calm that blankets my veins,
enveloping me and holding me down
my brain vibrates with the unusual feeling 
of peace

I'm not sure if I like it,

It's so unlike myself,

and I don't want to stop feeling.