I wish oh so badly

To unblock you from my socials

And tell you about my day

Like the old times.

But I have to let you live

With the damage you did to me

Because if I dont

You'll never change

For him.

I look left

I look right

Which way should I go?

I turn around

Behind me stands nothing

A sheer cliff thats swallowed by the void

Do I head straight?

Should I travel Left?

Which way should I go?

I do not have my heading

Every step is a guess

Is this the right way?

I do not know.

What's best for me

Is to move on

From you.

It hurts me

These constant realizations

Of my failures

Of my promises.

Like a flood, I drown in your sovereignty.

Like an earthquake, your energy shakes my soul.

You leave me breathless and my head spins when I'm next to you.

As would a tornado.

A hurricane swept in destroying these walls, it was only your spoken mind.

Oh darling, how you bury my ego alive, such as an avalanche.

And how you humble me with your storm and loud crashes of lightning.

Your colors, beautiful as the Aurora, shine upon my darkened skies.

Oh, but how your solar flares eviscerate the very being of I.

I miss you, darling, and those holes I sank deep within.

But its how your heart erupts that hurts me the most.

Dear Ell-Ma,

Our love would never work

Because we are but disasters.

These 3 apps

I scroll through

At work, at home

All day long.

Do you

Like my character?

I've created him

Just for you

Dear Ell-Ma.

Its been seven weeks since we've parted ways; six weeks ago, my soul was confident.

But now it feels sorrow, now it feels loneliness.

I miss you, my beloved. I thought you were my home.

But I couldn't make you happy enough and I see now, my ways.

My true colors of black and dark purple.

These colors of neglect, these colors of loneliness.

You were nothing I appreciated, but only adored.

Its no wonder you chose different colors over mine, for mine only made you feel alone.

I love you, Ell-Ma.

I'm sorry.

You gave me so many chances..

I wish I felt this sooner.

Paranoia

Its an emotion, its an action, its even an excuse.

It can be a force to be reckoned with; it destroys your mind, your heart, your soul.

It ruins trust, it ruins families.

Paranoia can be caused from actions in the past, either by you or to you.

Once gripped by these chains you become a prisoner to its shackles, desperately trying to confirm your suspicions are not true.

However, you can will what you're paranoid about into existence if you aren't careful.

It all starts with a sneaky reminder of what happened in the past followed with anxiety or even anger.

It evolves into overthinking and can lead to depression and major anxiety.

It makes you nauseous, sick, you begin to question yourself.

You may even tell yourself you're only being paranoid, that this feeling is just you turning crazy; you may try to shake it off, forget the feeling and find something to take your mind away;

Or you succumb to its power and begin your search to confirm your suspicions arent real.

There are three results that stem from your search.

1. You find absolutely nothing, you're relieved.

2. You find exactly what you're looking for, your paranoia was justified.

3. You will your paranoia into existence. (I.e. you accuse your significant other of cheating with someone, so they do)

Sadly all of these results end with broken trust.

Either your trust with them, or their trust with you then the cycle of paranoia doesn't just continue, it gets worse.

Your paranoid episodes happen more often and last longer.

If you itch a mosquito bite it becomes itchier and itchier, thus the more you scratch.

So you scratch and scratch and scratch until it bleeds and even then its still itchy.

You try to find a way around it, break the system perhaps; you use your fingertips instead of your nails.

You think "if only I can find a way to keep scratching at it somehow, maybe the itch will go away." It doesnt.

The only way to get this bite to stop itching is to ignore it completely.

But you'll never know if you were right or wrong.

But that probably doesn't matter.

Today

I will stay here and love you with my soul.

With everything I have, and all that I know. I will never let you go.

Today, I will hold you tight and let it be known. You, my darling, my dearest, my heart is yours to own.

Do not be worried about Tomorrow, to only exist is Today. Its here to stay.

For Tomorrow is yet Today, only to be replayed.

Perhaps I am no poet, yet another way I failed at portraying my crazy thoughts.

If only there was a way to understand me, that ‘I’ could be taught.

If there was than I would be taught.

The closets are empty, I could not find any bones.

They must be buried deep, beneath the yellow cove.

I must dig, I must scratch to find the tomb down below.

Because if I don’t do it myself, than nobody will.

We are all Human.

Some are born big, some are born small.

Some are born with extra pieces, some are born with missing pieces.

Some are born with disadvantages, some are born lucky.

But regardless of how different we all seem to be, we are all truly the same.

You and I may have different opinions.

You may know something I don't.

You may be rich, you may be poor.

You might always experience paradise, or you may only know war.

But you and I, we're the same.

We feel empathy, we feel sorrow.

We feel pain, we feel pleasure.

We hold knowledge, we seek answers.

We eat, we drink, we build, and we innovate.

We dance, we smile, we love, we remember.

We talk, we listen, we argue, we fight.

We know what is wrong, we know what is right.

We contain morality, no matter where your compass is pointing.

You are no different from I.

You could be the leader of the free world, you could be the next Adolf Hitler.

You could be a celebrity, or you could be a billionaire.

But no matter what you have, no matter what you do.

No matter where you've been, no matter what you've seen.

We will always be the same.

From the moment we were concieved, to the moment a tree sprouts from our tomb.

From the beginning of our existence, to the bitter end of time itself.