Officially catorgorized as "a grumble"
My day that is. Though I do think I've figured things out for the most part.
I- I think I am going to let Matt sit a bit and see if Zach and I could hold a relationship, dates and stuff. I need to stop fretting though, and take things one step at a time.
In the meantime my writing has gone to all hells. I can't find a damn thing to write about decently. I don't like this at all. Ick Ick Ick. I need to write, and I'm annoyed that I can't. If I do, it is forced, and rather horrible. Same with the arts. Maybe sometime...
Decided to vent a bit, here's the product, not great, but it was just venting after all.
Thorns
Sometimes I want to damn the world,
And myself
For what goes on and for what I do
Sometimes I want to be numb
Like ice, unfeeling, cold
And heartless
It may bring love
But love brings pain
Akin to the rose
Beautiful and sweet
But if one is not careful
The thorns will draw blood
Blood has been drawn too many times
Too much pain
Too much to endure
And so I hide myself away
In hopes that it will dull the pain
So I won
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Screw miss you, Id come find you...
and beat your silly white ass for making me worry. Sweety, I know sometimes being cold, withdrawing hurts less, and seems to hurt others less, but you got to know its a lie. Id rather share your hurt a thousand times than have you close it off from me for a second. Its what friends (and sisters) are for. I know the worlds heavy, but if we all share the weight, maybe it won't hurt so much.
In summer we bitch and moan and feel like we're boiling alive, but after a long cold winter, don't we still turn our faces up to the sun? In the end, isn't the pain worth it? If nothing else, at least you'll never be bored. Think of Vanyel honey, turning himself off never helped.
I don't know. Your poem hits way to many buttons, reminds me of way to many things I've written. I don't think I said any of thit right, but I think you'll get the point.