Writing

Rain is like the dripping memories 

A mud puddle is like confusion 

A dream is like a trance 

Fog is like clouded thoughts 

A mountain is like a deck of cards 

Do you know how many minutes I save for you

So we can be together?

Do you know how it feels

When you throw them out

For other things?

Do you know how it feels

To never feel like you're good enough

Busy as a clock 

Happy as the moon 

Big as a yell 

Scary as darkness 

Gentle as the stars 

Fast as time 

Loud as a conversation spoken without words 

The tree line grows nearer but I feel nothing but fear

Fear of what lays beyond the tree line 

Beyond safety 

Beyond light 

Maybe even beyond reality 

Hate

Is ignorance:

It’s when eyes

Skim past the story of scars,

Focusing rather on the fact

They’re there;

They let the jagged curves

“How could you ever love me?” she asked.

Look at my skin, charred.

My face, scarred.

My body, branded by people’s opinions of me.

“How could you ever love me?”