maelynslavik

i have always journaled,

ever since i was 6.

sure back then my entries were just doodles of my day,

but it still helped me convey my emotions.

i was at the shop with my mom,

There are a few things I strongly believe in. 

I believe that, in some cases, hurt sparks creativity. 

There's a girl I know, who uses her blood as paint

Pandora's box held Despair 
it held the fated end,

humanity held in a snare
of their own offends

but after the release, 

in the box remained
a single little spirit

I look over at the waves

Soft breeze on my face

The sun dancing brightly

On the rocks below

I clench my fist tightly

I know I want to go

The wind whips my hair

I almost start to shiver

will you still kiss me if I am ugly

will you still love me if I am lazy

will you still want me if I break you

will you still care for me if i am not perfect 

will you still wait for me if I  am not patient

Like a gear slowly rusting 

With feet like cement 

We are zombies of snow and sleet 

Brain fog taking control