Thank you.
Thank you! I really mean it, thank you. Ive been blessed to be able to speak my mind, and you have listened to me. You're so much more than a blessing and before I loose my ability to speak with you, I want you to know how great you are. I would be wasting my words if I didn't let you know that you are a beautiful human. You listen to so many people, think and mull over what everyone says and come up with your own opinion. You're a genius for that! thank you so so much for everything.
I didn’t see the thorns.
I didn't see the thorns.
It's true, I didn't see them.
I thought it was the intricacies of love,
but it was nothing but a thorn in my side.
I didn't feel the thorns.
Its true, how could I feel them?
When its a story pointed towards romanticizing,
I grow numb to the sharp sting.
I didn't notice the red flag.
It's true, I didn't notice it.
Maybe because the red flag was crumpled up into a beautiful rose,
and nobody had ever given me a rose before.
Sometimes, I wish I had the scar.
He threw a tape dispenser at my head,
the three-inch blade smashed my right temple.
I cried myself to sleep, hidden in my bed.
I wish my dad had could see
the long-term damage, the pain,
that he had invoked on me.
Even hidden scars don't heal,
that's just common sense.
Just because he can't see it,
it doesn't mean it isn't real.
angry zombie bite
sometimes I struggle to hide
the symptoms of anger that I hold inside.
like I have a zombie bite
hiding it, as if I have that right.
as if bottling up my anger doesn't hurt
those who I love, by not being overt.
I act as if being clear and communicating
would be bad, harmful, or aggravating.
I ignore my impact on the world around me
in hopes that my anger won't seep out, and become free.
We have all seen the movies, we have all groaned aggressively.
We all know that the person who hides their zombie bite fails. excessively.