Siyona.S.stay

No. I don't want to love you.

I don't want to play songs that sound like you

until they become my whole head, I don't want

to write a poem 

if you ever call me laughing and cold

I know its not a competition,

but it always feels like I'm losing to you

Whenever I do something

You always have to do it too...

I'm losing to a game that I never signed up for,

The stickers on the lamp posts that don’t go away. That is God. Embedded in my scalp under my hair where I can not see, there is God.

I feel at peace when I’m out in nature. 

The soft wind blowing in my hair,

The sounds of birds talking to each other.

It is all amazing.

My dog,

Her fur like snow,

She protects and loves us.

Her beautiful, gentle heart is,

Her shine.

I care too much.

Doesn't sound possible right?

It is,

It definitely is,

and you'd wonder how that would be a problem right?