Poem

When you break a magnet into two pieces, both
pieces still have a north and a south pole.

Maybe we are like that, my dear, and
No matter how many times people
separate us, we will always find our
perfect opposites in the other person's bones.

You are my compass needle, you are my home.

Poem

If you asked to see my scars
I wouldn't pull up my sleeves
and show you my arms.

I would reach down my throat
and pull out my heart
to show you all the nicks
and cuts
which have all but healed

I would ask you to count them
My heart in your hands,
then maybe you'll realize
that there's one for every time
i needed you
and you were absent
from the world.

Poem

And in the mornings, i
would look into the mirrors
and look at my crooked nose, and say "he doesn't love you".

And the mirror would smile wanly and
i'd step into the shower and look down
to my toes, over the slow hill of my stomach and
i did not cry, just rubbed soap over all
the parts that hurt, and say "he doesn't love you"

But i see you smile again, and you
remove every single bad thought.

And you make me laugh louder than i
knew was possible, you make me feel safe
in the places where i panic, you find adventure in
the simplest things and you make my life
seem so incredibly happy so i go to bed with
a dumb smile on my lips, wondering when i get
to see you again.

And in the mornings after the nightmare i wake
up alone and have to remind myself, "he won't ever love you. he just won't."

Poem

I think that maybe sometimes
you forget that the stranger
next to you on the plane
is trying to hold back
tears and hold together
his head because something
in him is urging him to
fall apart and i think
sometimes you forget
that we all have
scars that are not visible
and not painted
on their arms like mine
and i think
sometimes we forget
that the past is so
painful but so is
the future.

So this poem is pretty dark and deep. It talks about the unfortunate thing that is depression. If this is a sore topic for you, i would recommend not reading.


Depression does not always mean
Beautiful girls shattering at the wrists
A glorified, heroic battle for your sanity
Or mothers that never got the chance to say goodbye.

Sometimes depression means
Not getting out of bed for three days
Because your feet refuse to believe
That they will not shatter upon impact on the floor.

Sometimes depression means
That summoning the willpower
to go downstairs and do the laundry
Is the most impressive thing you accomplish that week.

Sometimes depression means
Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for hours
because you cannot convince your body
that it is capable of movement.

Sometimes depression means
Not being able to write for weeks
Because the only words you have to offer the world
Are 'trapped' and 'drowning' and 'i swear to God i'm trying'.

Sometimes depression means
that every single bone in your body aches
but you have to keep going through the motions
because you care not allowed to call into work depressed.

Sometimes depression means
ignoring every phone call for an entire month
because yes, they have the right number,
but you're not the person they're looking for. Not anymore.

I'm not really sure how to start this one, all my witty beginnings are gone. #brainfart. Just kidding. So.. who wants to hear about my crazy day yesterday?? (I'm gonna pretend at least one person raised their hand). Alrighty!! So, yesterday morning. i was in seminary, and we had to switch seats and i was sat next to a girl that i absolutely despise. So that sucks. Then, in second hour, i got to English and i looked down and there was a huuuge rip in the inside thigh of my pants. So i had to go to the bathroom and change into my chef pants form EVIT, and my pants and shirt looked terrible together! And my tablemates made sure to tell me that. -_- little stinkers. So then i had to take a test in my math class next hour. THAT sucked. So then i had lunch. I went to the cafeteria and sat with my friends in there, and really did't feel like talking. Not to mention i am still super bummed about the jayden thing. So i got to EVIT and it wasn't too bad. But i had to make chocolate Ganache. I dipped these balls of chocolate and peanut butter mousse. (it was pretty good.) So i didn't realize until after the bell rang that i got chocolate all over my chef pants. Then i had to get on the bus to go home, and everybody in the back of the bus was making jokes and saying i had gone to the bathroom in my pants and gotten it on the front. And some kids were throwing acorns at my head! There is a bump on my forehead from one. (They threw pretty hard).But one of them was cute so it's okay xD. So. Yeah. Oh and i was having really bad stomach cramps on top of all that. So after dinner last night, my mo dad and i went to get ice cream form cold stone. Well, when we walked in, i saw that the guy i used to talk to that was a complete jerk to me, works there! So yeah that was awkward. But my milkshake was good so it wasn't too bad. So that was my day yesterday! Party, right? Well, i have to go to mutual soon. Mauri was supposed to go with me but i guess not anymore :/ oh well. Well, i'll update some more poems before i go. Toodles!

Poem

I know you're scared right now
Maybe you miss
someone
Maybe your heart hurts a little
or a lot
Or maybe you're not quite sure
of who you are
or what you want
but that feeling you
want back
the one where it doesn't seem
like the whole world is
against you
it's still there
it never really left
and one day you will realize
that the only person
who can find it again
is you.