DivineDisciple16

Sometimes I feel like a paperman. Weak and frail, everything I even slightly touch can break me. Like a paperman. I'm blank, bleached and plain, like I could be filled by someone ready to color the spaces. Like a paper man I feel flat and still, but not stationary, as if my life could be uprooted by wind. Like a paperman. Sent with so many others who've done something. When is it my turn? Like a paperman.

Sometimes I feel like a straw man. Made up of common bits and pieces that you find around the house. Unintentional, but here the same. Like a straw man. My ligaments are thin string and twine. Some are black some red. The red ones are only fixed to me. Like a straw man. The strands are thin and frail, no different from the bindings. I shatter at the most careless swing. Like a straw man. Dried out, muddied, forgotten, the children abandoned their plaything, when they moved on to other things. Like a straw man.

Sometimes I feel like a plastic man. I look real and soft from a distance, but up close you see my artificialness. Like a plastic man. Molded from a cast, like millions of others. Individuality not included. Like a plastic man. But I did have some accessories, unimportant things, but fun to play with. I think the vacuum sucked most of them away. Like a plastic man. There's a silly painted white grin plastered onto my tanned toned face, but its only silicon-skin deep. Like a plastic man.

Hearts with wings can still break. They can be shot down and fall, smoke streaming out, to the ground shattering into pieces fragments flying, shrapnel shearing. Just thought you ought to know.

In space. I'm spaced out. In space. Out alone. In space. Floating gently. Alone. In space. Bouncing off the moon. In space I left a mark in its dust. In space. It's outline is over there. In space. It's quiet out here. In space. I can't really hear here. In space. I'm here. In space. In space.

fear. This creeped over the holes. This peeked inside the cracks. This slipped through the faults. fear. I harbor this within me. I would sooner change this. fear. There's something you can give to me. Something to help me. It's that. I know you can give that to me. fear. But you won't. Even if you put this inside of me. And you don't want this back in you. I can understand why. fear. But this won't be, Because this will be gone, And this will be replaced. By that. LOVE.

I was wrong about your feelings. I was crippled. I was shaking. I was weak. I was blind. I was alone. I was scared. I was ignorant. I was wrong. I was wrong about your feelings. I was wrong about your feelings. But now that I know them, And that you know mine, Neither can be satisfied. I'll take a thousand times the blame. I was wrong about your feelings Please take away the pain.

It's not fair. that we have to be separate. Maybe if you wasted less time on others. Maybe if I had spent less time being blind. But no. We will be split apart. You for to stop your scars from deepening. Me for my belief you know best. But no. We will both be denied happiness, that others get so freely, that should be free to us. But no. It's not fair.

I want you, to kiss the top of my head and my forehead and the corner of my mouth And say that you missed me, Over and over again

I walked a year last night And wrote your name in the sand And I couldn't help but smile when the stars shone so bright Reminding me of that dangerous glint in your eye It wasn't the first time I'd made such a journey But this time the shiver down my spine wasn't from the cold I was alone Alone when you were so close Yet set yourself so far So I sit and watch the lights sparkle in the faraway city And try and guess which one belongs to you And just like the waves will wash your name from the sand My tears will wash your kisses from my cheeks

It begins with mania I'm flouncing, bouncing about smiling, giggling about nothing Gregarious, my mood is high and so am I Fervid, in the clouds, soaring I feel like nothing will bring me down This lasts only minutes, an hour at best And then, suddenly I am low my shoulders droop and tears well in the corners of my eyes I make calls that, verily, warrant no answers I ponder my contingent suicide Wish for nothing but eternal, dreamless sleep Guilt is my only friend in this capacity Misery, the only thing that keeps me company I am disconsolate Irresolute The aperture within my soul widening with each tear that falls Flaying

I pick up the phone to call you because I need someone Then  put it down again Because I can't hurt you You can't hear me like this. I can see that you can't take hearing or seeing my cry nearly everyday. It's killing you. The pain shows on your face I don't want to inflict it But your the easiest to talk to So I'm left alone. And that makes you feel worse