Everything I Came For

My Shallow breathing has made me light headed.

The storm outside has made the childish side come out of me.

Hair wet.

Tears forming.

I stare and watch all the crows fly above me,

As I swallow down my medicine.

The spider bite is now purple and scabbed over.

The bruises are disappearing.

And the one thing that still hasn't changed,

Is that you are the one I still want to keep close.

My hair has frizzed up and turned on me.

My dreams are much too big for me to be happy.

I've been chasing after them for far too long,

I can hardly believe that they are almost in my reach.

Where will I be?

Ten years from now,

Will I still want kids?

Will I still love the rain,

Hot tea,

And dark concepts?

Like zombies or crows.

Will I still want to grow up to become an artist?

Or will I strangle the life out of that dream,

As I sit here typing,

Day after day,

Just waiting for some feed back?







Will you ever be able to find me?

Now that I've changed my number,

My looks,

My address,

And my tastes?

Will you even look?

Or is that too over rated?

Well who cares.

Maybe I don't want you to find me anyways.

Who am I kidding.

Of course I do.

I think I'll become a designer.

Or maybe an English teacher.

Even I don't know myself so how could I expect you to?

Nothing is coming out like how I wanted.

So I'm just going to cut the bull shit,

And shut my mouth.