I am not ok.
Stop asking me.
I am not ok.
Like rainbows with missing colors
And tennis shoes without laces
My world becomes smaller
As my inside erases
Water without liquid
Air without oxygen
I’ve become addicted
To this lovely toxin
Called “you” No warmth within fire Lost shades within photographs Just this hollow desire And a soul gone in half A song without sound A galaxy without stars A ball that’s not round
A heart that can no longer be found And a stringless guitar Yet to think that I can be More than just myself As I’ve become weary When that book died on the shelf
That story of us
Of our future When those pages were torn And left behind thorns When all that was left Was theft Of a twinkling dream.. In a bottomless stream..
I would like to say smart things when I am around you, sentences that will make me appear sympathetic and a pleasure to have around. But I can’t. My head is empty whenever I see you, there is no choice for me to make up nice things because all I can think of is your beautiful mind, your stunning smile, your curly hair, your intelligence, your hopeful view of every little thing, your soft skin, your perfect way of talking, your calming voice, your brown eyes. Your lips on mine, your heartbeat next to mine, your hands locked into mine, everything you are, inside of me. I want to inhale every little thing you offer me. How am I supposed to think of anything else when I am around you?
Another month with the most beautiful, caring, loving, brave, supportive, incredible, perfectly imperfect … But still annoying, woman in the world.
I met a girl that was so perfect. She is so amazing and special that I wanted to be phenomenal for her. I tried to hide all my problems and past mistakes so that she could have the illusion that I was perfect for her as well. Knowing myself well enough to have the knowledge that I could never be as perfect for her as she is for me. I attempted to burry all my issues for you; instead when all seemed perfect, the truth about the real me came out. All hope was lost and I thought you would leave me behind for the mistakes I had made. But somehow… someway… you still fell in love with the person i truly am and accepted me. I will never forget how lucky I am for that.
Not every couple is a power couple.
People say same sex marriage is an abomination? A sin? But what about, adultery, lying, fornication, hatred, murder, envying, lasciviousness, uncleanness and like a thousand other things. People pick and choose which words of God are valid in modern times or ones that justify their prejudices.
don’t die before you’re dead.
so. fucking. annoyed.
I beat cancer, twice.