Well, hello there.
Awkward, isn't it? Reading what I say without hearing it for yourself?
I know it is for me. I want to see your face as I read everything to you, my face turning redder than yours ever will.
But I know I can't.

How is it
That what I write
Is something you find
To be beautiful?

Beauty is so subjective, darling, I don't believe we ever truly find it on this earth until the day we aren't searching for it.

Was I looking for you?

No.

But I found the most valuable beauty there is to be found on earth
In the solace of your arms, your smile, your scent, your heartbeat.

I wasn't seeking, and you weren't hiding.
But I found.

Case closed.

My arm snagged
On a thorn
In the woods.
A thousand thoughts
Came crashing in.
Many contained swearing.
As blood welled,
My thoughts stuck
On one thing.
Every last drop
Of my blood
Reminded me of
Just how painfully
Alive I was.
Without the pain,
My life is
Nothing but good,
Floating and dreaming.
With the pain,
Good and bad,
It is real.
Beautifully, incredibly real.

Tired of fighting
How much more till my spirit shatters
This painful  lie, it crushes my soul
Just wish I could fly, fly, fly!

Tired of running
My legs they hurt, my lungs scream to stop
An outcast from the beginning, why not give up?
Why not give in and die, die, die!

It's all hopeless it seems
This tunnel never ends, the light I never see
These chains just will not shatter!
But I have hope, hope and desire
A desire to smile!
A desire to live, live, live!

But
i'm totally
thinking it
it's kinda rude
so I will be wise
and not pick a fight
even though
it would be
hilarious.

They're people
Some are saints
Some are devils
Most are just
Somewhere in between.

You're a prisoner of your own design; that curse that is your mind.