Mind Post #3

Why is that man enjoys the sound of girls’ hearts breaking?
Or maybe it’s just ourselves that love the sound of pain…
Yet people explain to one another they hate causing it.
And the infectious disease runs clear between hearts.
The pain is everywhere.
Why try to escape it?

I don’t enjoy sitting at the computer.
Staring at it, lying in waiting.
This feeling sucks.
I don’t like my heart when it fawns over men.
I turn into a child given a new teddy bear.
I turn into the submissive girl that will do anything.
I turn into stupidity.
I don’t like how it’s been 6 month and counting.
I don’t like….

When I fall asleep I feel you with me.
Until I fall asleep and you are with me.
Within the words of lights, I feel true.
And yet, I know nothing.
Of my heart, of you, or anything around me.
How can I ever know the truth of wisdom when I have emptiness?

All I think about is kissing you.
I don’t even have the strength to do so.

It’s windy in my golden fields. It’s surprisingly making my hair fly in my face as I stand there in awe, watching the grass sway gingerly. In captivating ways, I can't tear my eyes away. My spring or my heavy rain tears are coming for me. I can't run away this time.