Sometimes

Sometimes your heart just pours out of you. Even when the world has given you every single reason to hide.

It doesn’t know just how much is sitting inside you. You have more love than most… And you created it all from scratch. No one gave it to you, you had no example to go by. You just knew that there had to be something, something that felt so good that you wanted to give it to everyone. So no one ever had to feel what you felt.

So much love it makes you cry sometimes. So much it makes your heart just pour out of you. The pain, the empathy, the mourning, the absolute joy, the solidarity, the awe… So much love you don’t know what to do with it. So,

What do you do with it?

Next time

The last time I was in love (I think)
Many, many years ago
He dragged me up the stairs by my neck
Threw me on the bed
Hand over my mouth

I’m sorry I’m crying, I can’t help it
I couldn’t breathe
Love isn’t supposed to feel like that (I think)

So, scratch that
Turns out that wasn’t love (I think)
Next time I’ll get it right
Next time
(I think)

belated birthdays

When did you get so crazy
I don’t know,
Ive always felt a bit undone
You can’t explain your blue feathers
To someone born yellow or green

I won’t blame you for walking away
Some people cannot be understood
Just experienced
Sure, so says this fucking coffee mug at Urban Outfitters
Some things cannot be understood,
There’s plenty of time

But I wouldn’t judge you,
For walking away from me.