there’s an ache under his breastbone and he can’t breathe but he’s smiling. he’s smiling so wide, it’s—it’s almost like—(it's okay)

like—

(he’s drowning and everyone is pushing his head further underneath)

how do you swallow an ocean full of salt and not vomit out your heart?

Tell me something I don't already know.

That includes me:

1) being dumb

2) being ugly

3) being unfit

4) being weak

5) being annoying

6) being honest

7) not ever lying to your face

8) smacking reality into your face

9) doing something you hate

10) being alive.

I tried to stop change all of the above.

But I think I'll stop trying, thank you very much.

I shouldn't be seeing you in a while.

Defenestration

the act of throwing someone out a window

because honestly

there are some people that could really use a good shove

to knock some sense into them

and if there happens to be a window nearby?

well,

what a fortunate stroke of luck.

-i put up these-

stony castle walls

-bound by-

pearly white mortar

-i stacked my bricks high-

all around my heart

-until they loomed over my head-

with no sky in sight

-and you-

broke them down

-as if they were-

nothing but eggshells

-watching them-

crumble to dust

-beaneath your-

blood-covered fingertips

they were there for a reason.

(was it to keep you out

or to keep me in?)

maybe, just maybe

i should’ve kissed you...

together for a year,

she was falling fast

he insisted on holding hands

he insisted on kisses

it was too fast for her

it was the first time

he wanted more

she wanted time

he was good, he was sweet

he slowly swept her off her feet

but she wouldn’t see the other side

his temper, raging

was hid from view,

until the day it turned to her

finally she found her voice

but he wouldn’t listen

that was it

she would break his heart to save her own

the day she planned came

she knew what she wanted to say

but it came out wrong

meaner than she wanted

when she tunred to leave

he asked for a hug

fine

when she let go he kept holding on

he turned for a kiss

“one last time?”

you were always demanding more

maybe, just maybe

i should’ve kissed you...

...but probably not

I look and see the light

I write and see the dark

In words I see my shallow broken heart

I see beauty in the ugly

And sadness in the sun

In you I see a shadow yet to come

There was a rope that tugged at my neck with each passing second.

That rope was tied to a role.

Then, I didn’t know what role I was meant to play.

Sometimes, little dogs act all high and mighty because they think that they are big.

They bare their teeth and snarl and hiss.

They growl and prowl around like they own the place.

They act like big dogs, but that doesn’t change the fact that they are small.

With people, when they feel like they’re the worst - they act like they’re the best.

(I’m sure that tiny dogs always feel like they’re the best.)

Tweaking parts of yourself to appear greater and more extraordinary - is it worth it?

I wonder. Does it make you happy?

Maybe pretending to be something you’re not fools people on the outside.

Still, pretending to be something you’re not takes a toll on the inside - the real you.

And the real you is more important than anyone else.

So, the message is, it’s okay to be yourself. It’s okay to be who you are.

In growing up, we may hear many things about who we’re supposed to be.

Don’t look at yourself through everyone else’s eyes. What do you think?

Tell me what you want for yourself.

Then, make a difference.

The role that is truly yours will not break you.

Remember. You take the rope. You don’t let the rope take you.

...

Finally! You’re standing up for what you believe in.

You’re looking up and believing that all your efforts were worth the while.

And you knock on their doors for them to invite you in with a smile -

and they ask you how you’ve been. If you would like something to drink, to eat.

You take a seat. But sometimes, all they have to offer you is cynicism and defeat.

Don’t forget that this world can be dark and cruel.

There will be hurt that cannot be fixed with bandages or with poetry.

Always know that you are not made of metaphors, but flesh and bone.

Know that there is no destiny for you that is set in stone: destiny is a book you write yourself.

"Just wait!"

My fingers linger on the door as I wait for a continuation of the exclaim, without making eye contact.

"Does this mean it's over?" I hear quietly and I immediately turn around to see her crying while slowly settling onto her knees. I rush over despite my head protesting but once again my heart wins as I immediately comfort her.

"What? Baby no, we had a fight. A fight is not a breakup." I say softly.

"Im sorry.." I sigh hearing her say that and pick her up gently to settle her on the couch. I wipe a few tears from her face.

"Its okay, okay? It's all right. It was just a stupid silly fight, we were just frustrated. Now, I love you and I am not leaving anytime soon, okay?" I said. Once I heard a small 'okay' I sat down next to her and let her lean on me as I carded my hands through her hair.

Stupid silly fight.

y.o.u...a.r.e...m.y

★moonlight★

s h i n i n g t h r o u g h

~the~clouds~

(even in the)

*dark* of *night*

/\/\/\ to cast /\/\/\

--- your beams ---

《upon my face》

s t r e a k e d

[with tear tracks]

y/o/u t/o/u/c/h

_my_cheeks_

^with^

=your=glow=

～as if ～

t o w i p e a w a y

‴the‴tears‴

|and tell me|

‘it’s going to be okay’

{i believe it}