Sweetness and softness were old friends seldom heard from.

Meeting you introduced me to new friends,

unwavering boldness, and extravagance

You taught me that sometimes, anxiety can feel good. It can make up for sweet, and soft.

I would tattoo your name on my heart, like all those love songs demonstrate

But the ink would line my stomach, since that is where my heart rests whenever I...

I find myself

being cut by the glass

falling from your shelf

Where you hold

all of your sharp words,

and I maintained

leaving everything blood stained...

I had borrowed wise words

From here and there

The common theme is the

awakening that happens

when you're hurting.

The moment, the epiphany

Still, it hasn't happened for me

Years and years of therapy

I'm still here, flailing and

descending

I'll end up dying...for an awakening....