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