Soaked

I melt like ice
Under your tongue

I've Run Out Words for You

I cut myself open
Spilled ink like sliced veins
Pooled at your feet
You walked through the puddle
Left a trail of footprints
Across my messy core
So I let the ink dry

I Can't Make Myself Get Up

Depression feels like
Flesh made of lead
Rolling over in bed
Feels like a marathon

It's a Little Scary Too

It's exhilaration
Butterflies in the stomach
Uneasiness
But in a good way

You challenge me
Like a game of chess
Or a waltz
Where I don't know all the steps
But I'll let the dance lead me
Music and flow

There's a comfort
Rhythm
But not like curling up
In my own bed

Like falling backwards to a
Giant, fluffy, feather pillow
Where you don't know
How far you'll sink

Sensitive

Delicate child
You used to be a summer breeze
Wildflowers in your hair
Cupping grasshoppers in your palms
Just for a closer look
Remember that water balloon fight?
You cradled your pink latex baby
Carried like a precious being
Spilled tears when she broke in your arms
How you danced to no music
Spinning in the hallways
Pure, shy, and sensitive
How do I coax you out again?
You've hidden for so long

Music

All these songs
About love and pain
Seem to be about
You

Contradiction

My soul is old
But my spirit young
My energy is calming
But my inner fire is wild
My heart has depths of oceans
But my nature longs for freedom

I feel as though I have lived many lifetimes
Yet I am pulled by impulse to flee into new adventure
I am bursting at the seams trying to contain all that exists in me