// I am exactly who you think I am.//

You know those people who seem nice and genuine on the outside, but are really nasty to their core on the inside? Yeah. I’m not one of those people. I’m smart, not conniving. If I make a sarcastic comment about your appearance, I actually don’t mean it. If you wonder how I can forgive so easily, don’t. I just do. People are so used to reading between the lines and trying to work out who a person really is that they often ignore what’s right in front of them. Stop expecting the worst and take someone at face value for a change. There are still those in this world that live life without a mask. Sometimes the only reason they do wear that mask is because of judgmental, distrusting people like you.

// Pieces//

I’m laying here and am entirely aware of a part of me that’s missing. It’s the part I gave to you. If I went to collect it I imagine I’d find it on the floor, discarded amongst her clothes. I’d pick it up and put it back in place but it’s warped over time and won’t fit anymore. So I’ll leave it there and maybe one day you’ll blow off the dust that has buried it over time.

// Fuck my life.//

Seriously. The only people who actually appreciate who I am as a person either walk away or were never there to begin with.

Sometimes I wonder if you still even care… and then I realise, I’m not supposed to.

// Rhythm//

Lately I’ve found words, rhymes and stories flooding from my every pore. Inspiration will strike me even during the most mundane activities and my head will be swimming with schools of poems and tales and wonder. I see myself kissing you fiercely in the elements, the sting of pelting rain on our skin and the blood in our veins boiling so that steam rises from our bodies. We fall down in a heap on the dampened earth and tangled in each others’ limbs and very being we are consumed by our passion. It was then that we learned there was a difference between breathing and living and that the choice was ours alone.

// I’m enjoying my own company again.//

It’s been so long… I almost forgot what a riot I am!

It is a shallow man that believes that every flower in the field holds the same beauty. He may choose at his leisure but never will he know whose bloom will last the longest and whose love will withstand the coming winter.

I’ve spilled my feelings for you so many times that they’ve now begun to pool at my feet. It’s all I can do to simply watch as you walk over them, oblivious to their very existence.