One of those days

When you realize

That you don’t have the courage to say even half the things on your mind

And when you do, the voice comes out too tiny, a little too soft

On other rare occasions, when it seems loud enough to be heard

Somehow, nobody seems to be listening.

One of those days

When you wish

That you could shrink to 2 inches tall

So you could hide in the corner of your drawer

And never see the people, meet the people you could fall in love with

And give them the power to cause you incredible pain

That takes too long to go away.

One of those days

When you wonder

Whether you are headed for the worse

With thoughts that scare you as they appear

And ideas that are too frightening to kept

And whether you’ll ever find people

Who’ll still love you, no matter what.

One of those days

When you think

That maybe your jokes are too stupid

And that you smile too much

And wonder, what people really think about you

And whether you should change

Just to make them love you more?

One of those days

When you know you’re wrong

When you think so much

About things that don’t matter

But you do anyway.

Just one of those days.

Words

Sometimes words fall short

not because you can’t construct

a sentence that means

all the things that

your heart has been shouting out

for SO long,

but because

you can’t get

the right ears

to listen to them.

So it doesn't matter

if you hold it in

or scream out loud

cause deep inside

you’ll be scratching and pulling,

crying and yelling,

wishing and praying,

for some people

to listen

to what you have to say.

And sooner or later

you will give up,

you say you won’t

but yes you will.

And the day will come

when you’ll speak so much

without ever

really saying

the things

you actually

want to say.

Has this ever happened to you,

that all the rules you had always lived by

stop making sense somehow?

Like all the things you didn't like

don't seem so unlikable anymore?

and as if

the things you liked

have suddenly vanished into the air?

The everyday thoughts mix to the sand

and a strange freedom captures you,

and it feels scary

scary, because you're just not ready.

And scary,

because you can no longer recognize you.

Stupid Romantic Poem

I want to know the stories that touch your heart

The songs that make you cry

The words that make you laugh

The photos that make you yearn to be there

The movies you wish happened to you

I want to know what made you what you are today

Why you like the things you like?

What makes you think your hair looks nice one way and not the other?      

And your heart,

Is it wounded or fit and fine?

Who do you talk to when you don’t want to talk to anyone?

Could it someday be me?

Ah, and the quotes!

Which are the ones you wish you had written?

And how about the ones that seem to be too foolish to you?

I want to know the places you love

The places you want to go to

Whom do you want to go with?

Could it, in some distant future, be me?

Are you scared of the dark?

And does silence make you feel too weird?

And how would you plan your perfect date?

Would you plan a special evening?

Or just ask her out for a simple coffee?

And could that girl whom you ask out on a date,

Could that girl, some day, be me?

And who do you dream of when you go to sleep

Whose voice sounds like a melody?

And when you see two people holding hands

Knotted in yours, whose hands do wish to see?

And as you turn to look up at that girl's face

Could you, for once, see me?