thegirlinthewoods

a personal vent <3


of course we’re friends

of course, you say.

but your words waver

your tone falters
yes, i want to talk to you

yes, i would love to make plans

i nod my head, but

with a sigh,
a nod
a moment of silence
a pen falls from the hand
of a writer

something so small
can carry something so great
a vessel 
for all of the things you could ever say

click. 
focus

I can bang on this glass all I want 
shake the metal walls 
and kick the bottom of the machine 
holding my foot in pain after my show of frustration

Nothing will come out. 

I am cotton
You are wool
and they are silk.

Our threads may interfere
with the pattern.
(With the cloth.)

They are untouchable,
smooth, and soft.
They know what they want.

You keep me warm, 

I am a dreamer, a writer, a child
I wonder if I dream, will my dreams come true?
I hear a raven, wheeling through the sky
I see a young child, playing in the mud
I want to see a wish being granted