The Walls Are Coming Down

freckles in the sky.

Your freckles in the summer,

like elementary school days

of promising youth.

the one next to your belly button,

the one that matches mine.

that one’s my favorite.

coutning mine, and counting your’s

counting stars and counting time.

sometimes i stay awake at night

force my eyelids to stay in place

and let the colored specs dance around my vision.

they look like your freckles in technicolor

and i want you more than life.

relief is yours.

nothing’s changed except the facts and me,

and the sadness that I didn’t mean to start.

“but it feels different now” you said.

it’s wrong, and I still can’t see your point.

And i think as the water runs over my hands

that this is all there really is,

or can be.

-A pessimist

sweetly broken.

i wont forget the color of his eyes,

and how i wanted to keep it all inside me.

how they made me breathe in the shades

of blue and green deep into my soul.

after my fall, knees too weak

to stand in your arms,

sprawled out on the concrete

letting your touch have it’s way with me.

i laugh, thinking

look how injured we are,

and how beautiful we are because of it

-a girl in love.

bottle of doubt.

trying to find my way out,

I’m stuck inside this bottle of doubts.

This disease is pulling like a tide,

the trigger waits for me to decide.

now looking upward trying to see,

If anyone could set me free.

I walk into the ocean blue,

nothing in there but thoughts of you;

no movie playing in my head,

just my addiction is there instead.

even though i sing my songs,

the tide still drags me right along.

The thought occurs that i might sink

i sigh in relief, I wont have to think.

my strength is gone, it can’t be found.

turns out “relapse” also means “drown.”

-An Addict

at least that’s what they say.

breaking the surface, beginning to sink,

i stop my breathing, begin to think

“this is all there is for me, the only thing left in my world”

who knows how long i’ve been floating here

somewhere between self loathing and fear

afraid to look up to see what i’m missing,

afraid to look up and see that it’s nothing.

-Damsel in Distress