Inkpaw

thoughts bounce off the inside of my skull 
pushing and shoving 
yearning to be free of my tiny mind 
the mind that's contained them for many weeks 
letting them sit and soak in their oun meaning 

a heart is like a raspberry 
tempting and beautiful 
but often tangled in a thick clump of thorns
it's hard to reach through those thorns 

thinking about you hurts me
but the fact that it hurts 
means I really did love you 
even if you took me for granted 
because if I had no connection, no love, no feelings for you then

I'm not perfect 
in any way
and I really have no desire to be so
but sometimes I can't help but compare myself to others 
I feel like I'm not good enough 
I feel like being who I am isn't what I should be 

Starlight pooled in between the pine trees 
And the brisk fall air filled my lungs with memories 
As I sat underneath a sky that was dripping with moonbeams