Talk to me. Tell me about what fascinates you. What are your fears? What consumes you when you are alone. Let me read your bad poetry. Let me see your worst dance move. Be free to be you.
It never stops to amaze me how many people have such expectations of themselves to the point that they stop being them and expressing themselves. There is art in so many things but nothing will ever be as beautiful as someone purely trying to be them and better themselves in what they love.
When you walked into my life it was as if you were a surgeon. I didn’t know someone could slide their hand into my heart and made it beat again. To be honest, I never thought my heart beat would sound stronger than it ever had. You make my blood pressure level and the pain numb. You say I am the same but I’m not sure anyone can feel the way I feel for you. Xoxoxo
I understand that you don’t want me around. Maybe that’s why my skin aches. Aches for the feeling of pain and self destruction. I understand you all too well because I don’t want to be around me either. I am nothing. I thought if I became grateful and appreciative of others they would appreciate me. I am and forever will be incorrect. My skin continues to ache. My heart joins. Neither of them fight the feeling much anymore.