Writes from the heart

It's been a while

I finally have the chance to beat,
to move, to fly.
I see and I have the power
to smile, to form butterflies.
It's been so long
since I last stretched.
Not that I'm counting but
the dark, loveless nights seemed countless
and now I can feel again
It feels strange
and unused muscle
shrunken
but the potential for so much
love
brings happiness which steals the lows
and makes them soar again
over each cloud, taking in
every detail of every second
so every sight, every touch
is remembered and locked
up into a box with reeling rainbows of ribbon.
So beautiful.
So...
So...
So.

I slot in where-ever is left once everyone has found their place.

No disturbances.

No hassle.

No problem.

Do I make things complete or just complex?- Who knows?

But am I the piece that has gone missing?

Maybe. I'd like to thinks so.

I'm the piece that works around everyone's lives.

To try and make things flow better...

For everyone else but me.

They matter more so what is a moment of pain,

Or frustration

When everyone else is happy?

But what if I'm growing tired of it all?

What if I'd like-for a change-

For things to work without me drawing the short straw.

But i feel bad, I'm an inconvenience,

Sorry.

So sorry.

Story of my freaking life...

I know I'm probably gonna kick myself for putting this up later but I feel like I kind need to. It's not great poetry but I feel like crap right now and it might just help me at least for a little bit.

I wrote this the other week, and it is followed by a few panicked poems. Anyway here it is.

Is it bad?

Is it bad that I can work out the exact day we met?
Is it bad that I know where to find your favourite biscuits?
Is it bad that I know in which drawer you keep your socks?
Is it bad that I know you’ve eaten pizza...with mint sauce?
Is it bad that I already have an idea for your Christmas present?
Is it bad that I hope your here with me to celebrate my 18th?
Is it bad that when I see you perform, I have eyes for no-one else?
Is it bad that I hope you think of me, even just a little bit every now and again?
Is it bad that my heart skips when I hear my phone, in the hope that it’s a text from you?
Is it bad that I think of you often, more often than I probably should?
Is it bad that I honestly can’t imagine what I’d do without you, now that you’ve become part of my life?
Is it bad that I worry about being a good-enough-girlfriend, only because I know you deserve it?
Is it bad that I love you? Cause I really can’t help this anymore.

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