libra.

I don’t know the first thing about what living a balanced life feels like

When I am sad

I do not cry,

It’s been years since I’ve had the strength to let myself cry about anything

Crying is tears slowly burning my face with memories

I refused that

Instead

I pour

Like the rain I feel forever close to

But the same rain that also burns in my heart like a fire

How can rain burn?

Twisted realities

When I am happy

I don’t ever smile

I will glow

They would compose it like a burning flame

I will compose it like the sound of rain

The glow of a summer’s night and not a summer’s day

When I am angry

I don’t yell,

 I burn.

Of course not like a fire

I burn like the beaten flesh of my past

They would say haunting or even that I am haunted

Blessings and sacrifices

Nothing will taint me

I let the past paint me

The muse in love with the pain in my beauty

The good about feeling in extremes is

When I love

I give them all wings

But perhaps

That isn’t such a good thing

Because

They always tend to leave

That isn’t even the sad part

The reality in it

Is , knowing they will clip their own wings

And you should see me when my heart is broken

I don’t grieve anything

Yet I have lost more than everything

I shatter.

He would expect for me to not know how to mend myself

They were always wrong