Writing

when were you going to tell me

that we were never really friends?

and instead you pretended you liked me

so you could laugh at my tear-stricken face.

all those nights I opened up like you cared

The sinews from my strewn out muscles lay the skeleton of my blanket,

remind me of my strength, 

its fortitude when not forsaken. 

The Empress

lies upon the couch

sleeping

i pet her

she runs away

i cry

Beauty is

Not hiding being a thick mask

A thick layer that is not you.

Beauty is

Not wanting to be someone's doll

Someone's plaything

We are not here for decoration.

Beauty is knowing what you want

Last night at work, I had a bit of a panic attack. Something like that, something similar. You don’t really know while you’re in it, why it happens, but the reasons were there, and I know them now. 

Don't force them; don't make fun of them.

Take them places where they feel loved and safe,

and watch them relax.

Don't grab them or get frustrated with them; have patience.

Wait for them to come to you.