I had other things I wanted to share, but it's been a long day, an even longer night, and I'm wishing for MN...so here's some poetry I've written since I've been here.
The moment when you open your eyes to the dawn
And you remember the bed you're laying in is not your own
Talking to yourself in the silence of the kitchen
Because you're the only one you really know
The question of who you really are
Without the regular people in your life
The ache that whispers beneath your heart
In the stillness of the afternoon
When you wonder if you will ever enjoy
The well worn comfort of familiarity
The moment you crawl into bed at night
And are dissapointed to remember it's not your own
Black & White
curtains holding sunlight,
walls wrapping round,
comforter twisted at my hip,
skin blending in with,
sheets rumpled by my feet,
ends of nails chewed ragged,
eyes cupping iridescent tears.
mascars stains on the pillow case
Sorry, they're still a little rough. x's and o's ya'll. goodnight....