Rocking

I’m being rocked back and forth like the cradle we were all warning children about

But instead of falling out, pieces of me were already missing, clinging to the insides of a tree’s bitter fruit

I’m still yearning to be held like an abandoned kitten left at the side of the road, only my family is still here

I’m trying to see if the tides will tie me over with their frightening charm, but I’m slowly breaking my own neck looking back at my old self

Straining my ears from pushing my own voice down them to see if it’ll slither out the other side

I just want to cry without being sad and laugh without anger

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Bullied Flames

Why are you so negative? You know that people don’t want to be around someone so sad all the time

They just threw words and unlike the saying goes, they did and do hurt

They didnt form enough sentences to bother with getting the facts, screaming of hatred

I’m here. I’m here. I’m here 

But is that enough when the tension between two siblings can’t even be split with a machete? 

The thing is, love does exist but I spent years convincing myself that it didn’t.

My hero doesn’t wear a cape, he breathes fire into my lungs and embraces the angel on my shoulder instead of pushing them off