ItsAllAboutWriting

I wish I could explain it to you eloquently. Please understand nine times out of ten, it's not you. You look so frustrated I have told you nothings wrong. But, please for a minute understand I hate you worrying. Everything changed the day you said you wanted me, I know you've also never had to deal with someone like me. I keep repeating 'less mentally ill, more mentally chill.' Some days that sentence works others not so much. So when you walk through the door and see me stressed, see me teary and see me at my wits end, hold me. Don't get mad when I say nothings wrong. Obviously, something is. Those demons that come with Anxiety and Depress

Melting candle in a quiet corner hairy and disobedient drool seeps through your yellow teeth and onto your old coat. Stained glass shadows fall across your brutish form Swollen with grass, eyes dimming from a life of tunnel vision and frenzied survival.

Swooning like lovers in a feathered nest of sights you that I craved like sound; like human interaction each sweet and coinless thing Our relations weren't built on cast or wanton word but the oblivion of every human heart you that snuck through my veins like Coke Zero the coming of the Seventh sun Feelings as high as the planet formerly known as Pluto I like to look at you and imagine you as a crisp newspaper my own personal New York Times bleeding through the pages I wait for you like summer and rush in like spring

I had spent the day, camera in hand, walking down the endless rows of custom cars. Though a lot of cars seemed alike, each was unique to the trained eye; restored in the reflection of their driver's personality. A follower of car shows, this one is particularly special to me. Walking down a row dedicated to the classic cars of the 80's, a small blue cap caught my eye. After I viewed my picture of the interior of the car's interior did I realize an unexpected guest in the driver's seat of the classic car, grasping the bottom of the steering wheel. Startled, my eyes darted back to the car. A small boy did indeed sit on the leather seats, comfo

We unfold ourselves like paper cranes biding our time along predestined seams Once built for hope we tear that down ...softly My fingers untangling from yours/ my emotions bright, gleaming things throbbing in unity I hide them under my floorboards along with letters I wrote to myself dreams that now fester and blacken alongside the mold growing there I look to you my phantom,                      my burnt demon 10,000 wishes made and I was so close perhaps I did not fold fast enough

I can barely breathe, so, thank-you. I'm here lost for words, lost in thought. My tears for you dried up long ago. So don't pity me I will get over you. I change my self, inside and out... I'm begging for you to pay attention, Love me, love me, love me. I could never keep up with the charade, Could I my dear? In a blink of an eye, you changed my thoughts, From the only girl in the world, to someone I despise. I hate you, I hate you,  I hate you. I'm not pretty by any means. Your feeble attempts to convince me otherwise, died out long ago like your love for me. My eyes don't sparkle quite like hers... You sent me straight to hell. I