You say I’m crazy, untrustworthy, and sensitive.
You say I have too many trust issues, low-self esteem, and bad judgement.
I wish you were wrong, but you’re right…I’m all of those things.
Do you know how many people I’ve let in? Not many. This girl without makeup, that tries not to cry because she’s lonely and trying to not give into the anger that swells inside her soul.
You don’t see the same girl I see in the mirror. You hold my hand, and don’t look at my wrist slashed with scars. You hold me, and don’t see me shudder because intimacy scares me. Your naivety reminds me of the girl I used to be. Before, I remembered things and I let my past hold me down.
Yet–your naiviety frustrates me. You expect too much of me. I try to explain it to you, and you don’t grasp the concept.
Somehow, I’ll get over it, I promise myself on some abandoned road and you’re a thousand miles not even thinking about me.
But, your eyes are the only thing that are constantly are on my mind.
I know you don’t understand me,
how I tell you Grecian myths relating to the constellations,
how the smell of books and coffee is somewhat of a drug to me,
how I drift into a eerie silence and I lose myself in a daydream,
how I strive for perfection, but never ask it of anyone else.
I worry too much about everything under the sun.
You tell me to relax, but it’s hard to tell myself everything will be alright.
And, I don’t know if this will work out, but–I’d like to hope it will.
i am disjointed and dysfunctional
but i know how to make you smile
and even if i clawed at my skin in the shower,
and you called, wondering how i am
i’d hide my bleeding wounds,
tell a joke,
and when you laughed
i’d feel like i belonged
if just for a millisecond
there is good worth fighting for in life,
because it tells you everything will be okay
it’s found in the toothless grin of a child,
the glint in someone’s eyes as they tell you their dreams,
in presents that say, I thought of you today
I let you tell me everything was going to be, ‘okay.’
because, you were my okay
a slight reminder, that the life wasn’t always
long monologues ending in crying
and murky days, dressed with forlorn people
there is the steady downpour
my heart beats with
the winds whistle in my ears
and my soul is seasick
from the calamitous storm
that wages inside me
you looked into my eyes
they were the calm,
the sunlight peering
through the clouds,
a soft breeze
whispering a soft lullaby
i cried on your shoulder during pretty woman.
you cried on my shoulder on the sand.
we suntanned and dreamed of the future.
we read books and listened to music.
we danced and stargazed.
we had deep conversations on late night gas station trips.
i should’ve listened to you.
i was selfish. please come back.
Stop taking on other’s problems, my darling
you have enough of your own.
I know empathy keeps you going;
shoves your own issues to the back burner,
but i also know,
how you cry from the anxiety;
how you are crumbling and working to death to fix them,
when you can only fix yourself.