Irrationality is a woman's best friend
The ability to make something with no meaning seem significant
The ability to worry about something that to someone else seems so small and irrelevant
But to a woman, this problem is the biggest thing in the world
Nothing else to worry about, just the problem, that problem and nothing else

Be bed is my home.
Don't they always say that home is where the heart is? Okay, so my bed may not house my friends and my family, or my school and social life. But this is the place where my heart rests. Calming the pounding beat after a wonderful time, and nursing the wounds of a time not quite as kind. This 6-foot mattress is the shelter where my heart can expand, releasing what society expects to be hidden.
Some people may think that this is an ugly home. Believe me, these four corners have contained more heartbreak than even Shakespeare dared to write about, and more pain than a heartfelt hug could gather in its arms. But home isn't where you should be judged.
Sometimes when I can't sleep at night, I stretch my fingers and I stretch my toes and I spread out as far as I can over the bed sheets just to get the reassurance that I fit somewhere. At least in my world I do.
This is the world that has cultivated dreams, nurturing them every night, and then has the decency to put them to rest after they have been battered and bruised. A place not only for beginnings, but for endings too.
My bed has seen the best of me and the worst of me. In fact, it has seen all of me and still stays faithfully in the corner of my room.
Home is where you can laugh hysterically until you cry, **** your pillow, let the blood drip freely from your pain, and then cry yourself to sleep.
No one likes to admit it, but this is the heart. All of the ugliness and the pain and the ecstasy and the love, sometimes all at once.
To experience the world and embrace life at its seams, we need to wear our hearts safely pinned to our sleeves. And when that safety pin gives out under the weight of fear and disillusionment, my pillow will always be there to cushion the fall.
Even if you aren't.

Stars so high are winking at me
Swimming in the velvet sky
Thoughts like constellations with unknown meaning
The endlessness sparkling in your eyes

Guidance falling from above
Shooting stars that point the way
Galaxies wrapping you up in their love
Dreaming so the beauty stays

Too far to reach the glistening heavens
Hold your breath now start to try
Stripped now of internal weapons
Ragged skies release and cry

Get lost in dreams and distant thoughts
Spiral tumble down Saturn's rings
Take the risk and shoot for stars
A lullaby now the moon man sings.

Tough skin
But soft heart
Strong bones
But fragile parts
Who could expect anything less?

Kind smile
Selfless acts
Would run for miles
To have my back
You will forever deserve the best

I will be your shoulder
When all you need is to cry
And I’ll be your resource
When your love runs dry
Because all my giving is worth it
To see that laughter in your eyes

You are the macaroni to my cheese
And the peanut butter to my jam
Rip me open if you please
Nothing will lose you my hand

I would walk 500 miles
Just to fall down at your door
And hack away their devilish smiles
Just to see your face once more

There’s nothing that could keep me away from you
I would fight them tooth and claw
Because there is nothing I would rather do
Than love you for all that you are.

Best of friends so close to each other
Two peas in a pod no need for cover
Trust completely without hesitation
Can love each other without vacation

Waking up, life’s here again
It’s not just us, you have more friends
I sit like a candle in the wind
One blow from you and I’m caving in

Days are passing, no word from you
And I thought we were stuck like glue
I’m here for comfort, I see your sorrows
Staring at you, wanting a different tomorrow

Now I can’t get you out of my mind
But you can’t seem to find the time
To think of me, am I doing fine?
Would you notice if I cried inside?

When we hug I can feel your affection
Look in your eyes and I see a connection
But I listen close, there is nothing to hear
All I can smell is fear

Fear of losing you, are we still friends?
From you I can’t tell, so I’ll just pretend
Things are going great, a magical wonderland
I don’t understand why you let go of my hand

I saw you today, the desire was all mine
I’ll sit watching my phone and wait for the chime
No message so far, all you give me is silence
Walking in the dark, I pray for no violence

Was I holding so tight you slipped through my fingers?
My vulnerability I showed you, now the dark angel lingers
I loved you more than everybody combined
But you showed me that you were never mine

Now I can’t get you out of my mind
But you can’t seem to find the time
To think of me, am I doing fine?
No, not since you left me crying inside.

You'll love her with all your skin, tongue and lungs.
The way that the air is just so much more crisp whenever she's in proximity to your hands.
It turns the scattered dust in the atmosphere into magnifying glasses
Aimed directly at her
Spotlighting everything you wish you could put into words but can't
Because she's just too ******* unbelievable
That even if you tried, you would offend yourself and the gods with how little it compares to
The love she makes you feel in reality.

You would do everything for her.
Hold her until your bones start to crack
So that she'll understand just what you mean
When you tell her that you'll never let her go.
But she still doesn't get it.
She'll never understand that when you tell her that you want nothing more
Than to let your dust be her dust, her words to be in your cheeks
Her nose to be your daughters nose
You mean that you want nothing more than to keep her forever.

But you never will.
Because you never stood a chance.
You thought that by giving your whole self over to her she would offer you the same respect.
That's not how this world works.
It never was.
These valiant efforts of yours are now dubbed selfish and inconsiderate by others
For not taking her feelings into account.
Because she doesn't know what true love is.
She never felt the need to have you near.
For her daughters smile to be your smile.
For your hands to cradle her head when she's sad.
To let you talk for hours without listening to a single ******* word you're saying,
Because she's lost in the sound of your voice.

Because she doesn't know how to accept anything she isn't willing to give.

The curl of my toes in my shoes.
The crinkle in my nose within the mass of freckles.
The rush of blood to my blushing face.
My heart beating like a hummingbird.
Aching scars on my wrists like monkey bars.
All these walls built up around my soul,
I'm not tall enough to reach over.
I'm not loud enough to get through.

But he heard.
He had a ladder and a PA system.
He had a bandage for my scars.
Kind words for my heartbeat, slowing it down to live in the moment.

That's all you really need, just a moment in time.
A moment to connect.
A moment to care.
A moment to love,
A moment to notice.

It's the little things that matter,
What build up in fragments until you get a whole, mismatched person.
He is six feet tall and made up of compassion.
A firefighter who is afraid of burning.
A healer who doesn't like needles.
A train enthusiast and a man of survival.

I whispered his name into sunflowers, his eyes are full of galaxies.
I would get lost in them forever if I could.
Travel among the stars with the boy who heard.

The boy who stayed.

Two sides of a
canyon splitting below.
Where are
you?