Are writers depressed?
My thoughts suppressed,
In a page expressed,
To the greatest extent,
I am not afraid.
To bare my heart,
Expose my soul,
I think of what you’ll think of me,
& then I dont think at all.
Thoughts in my head,
Gotta turn em into prayers.
God is beside she,
Hiding Satan from me,
The angels of my guardian protect me,
When night terrors disrupt me,
& throw me off beat.
With God on my Side.
I should never tone down
to disguise your intimidation,
I will never calm down,
& babysit your misconceptions,
I will never stay silent
& voice your miscommunications.
This is me who is confident,
This is me who is sacred.
This is me, recreated.
I could never be timid,
of my aura harming you,
of a heartless breakthrough,
& my truth, exposing you.
I dream about the that things I feel,
before I even felt them.
& that’s the thing about magic,
You create it.
Doubt casts over her like a dark shadow.
An utter wrenching feeling of inadequacy…..
Who is she?
She feels a lump in her throat,
As she fights back the tears that make her choke.
What. A. Joke.
To think that she could ever be…..
Much more than her reality.
My insecurities provide a safe space for you to be secure.
You reside in the home of my fears.
& as the days go,
So do you. . .
Leaving the door of my heart unlocked,
Without ever letting me know that you left,
Or where you wander off to.
You come & you go as you please,
Dare I complain or make a sound?
As you please
& I repeatedly hand you the keys.
I feel like I’m walking on clouds when we speak,
It’s as if the sun shines from your eyes when you look at me.
I feel the warmth of the sunset as I lay on your chest,
& when you touch me,
The hair on my skin rises with the same intensity as the moonshine.
You are my everyday.
My full moon.
My solar eclipse.
The love that I have for you doesn’t exist.
& even if only for a moment in time. . .
Or simply an experience,
You allowed me to feel. . .
What it is to be an artist. . .
Because with you,
My heart beat the hardest.
I wish that I had known you longer.
Longer than the longing that I now have for you.
I can still feel the taste of your lips,
That made my stomach full of butterflies,
That paint this beautiful potrait of you & I.
I dont want to tell you how to love me, I just want you to.
Loving yourself feels good, even when it hurts sometimes.
Let your heart be still, but keep going.
There is power in who you are. Walk in your worth.