Does this really mean that my childhood is over?
What do you do when you know that a friendship is over?
I mean it’s a long term, teenage bond that developed and strengthened during college, but faltered after.
What do you do?
Maybe your beliefs don’t line up, your careers are diverting or you don’t live in the same vicinity, but really? It’s that easy to let it all crumble?
It’s almost as if our friendship, dare I say, sisterhood, was built on sand.
I am boxed within my thoughts.
But, it’s all in my head.
Your beauty and strangeness
Encompass in a bottle
It’s as fragile as you are
Waiting for others to pop the bottle
C’mon let me show you my intricate work
I am a masterpiece, you say
But they don’t heard a word
You’re a weirdo. Freak. Loser. Alone.
'Cause nobody wants to map your intricate quirks
Your bottle tilts
All your ills are out
Everyone see you naked and revealed
You’re spellbound. Space bound. Unbound.
You are free.
My God you are freed when your beauty is found out
By strangers just like me.
I dream too much and do too little. I don’t even hope enough, they call me “Jenny-Dolittle.” Never had many friends, gotta owe my personality that one. I’m a turtle struggling in her shell; can’t walk, can’t swim, can barely make it out now. It’s dark in here, waiting for someone to save me, so I escape my days watching movies on repeat. Escapism, they call it. A reality check? I don’t want it. I wanna be where the movies are at, where adventures are never-ending ‘cause my queue is packed.
I wanna be where the stories are at; if only, oh if only, I could get out of my bed.
You are made
out of comets
Do not surround
yourself with those
that treat you like
dirt and dust.
A sea of lust not love.