day one hundred eighty-nine: just another heartbroken morning.

"funny, i thought after spilling it all out
then sleeping it all out
i'd wake up today
and it would all have gone away,
but no, i was wrong-- so wrong--
it still hurts today."

"it will for a while."

"okay."

what more is there to say?
be strong?
carry on?
smile away the hurt?
why care so much what others feel?
care for yourself for once?
maybe, i'm afraid to feel.

day one hundred eighty-five: so so so.

so so so
many overwhelming
emotions
not all of them
are compiled of words

so so so
many things to think
to worry
to cry about
not all of them
can contain words

so so so
much sadness
and hurt
and pain and tears
not all of them
worth the breath i would use
to express them in
words.

day one hundred seventy-seven: ten feet tall and bullet proof.

i wonder what it's like
to feel ten feet tall
bullet proof
to take on the world
with a wink and a laugh
and actually win for once

i've never felt ten feet tall
or bullet proof
more like ten inches short
and full of holes
vulnerable

i don't know if i'll ever want
to feel ten feet tall
and bullet proof
because i might break a few hearts
maybe even my own
a few rules
just to say i did
but who knows?
i probably never will.

day one hundred forty-eight: bitter bite.

watch out, beautiful

here comes heartbreak

walking down the street

revenge and bitterness

raining form above

you're surrounded, overwhelmed

nothing can save you

from heartbreak's bitter

bite