afraid My kindness is not your doormat it is not your cigarette bowl I am not the things you take from me just to make yourself feel whole My forgiveness is not your excuse to use me as you please I am more than just my intense need to always keep the peace My time is not your toy to pick up when you choose I may keep on my bravest face but any heart can bruise When I really love you I will always give my all but I am hoping you wont push me when all I do is fall

afraid My kindness is not your doormat it is not your cigarette bowl I am not the things you take from me just to make yourself feel whole My forgiveness is not your excuse to use me as you please I am more than just my intense need to always keep the peace My time is not your toy to pick up when you choose I may keep on my bravest face but any heart can bruise When I really love you I will always give my all but I am hoping you wont push me when all I do is fall

Zaandam Chocolate fumes and chocolate roads Open lakes that know no boats I dance with mayhem on unknown streets the pavements pass as my heart beats I take the train and cross the bridge the flower lady showed me which I take my destiny by the hand for wild adventures are never planned I marvel at the sights unnamed the things I feel become untamed as suns go down on tired eyes I know that beauty tells no lies Fires ignite inside my soul as #life gives back all that it stole I see now why the pain made sense it took to give me present tense

I don’t mind loving you Sweet green eyed boy you taste of sigarettes but I don’t mind because my mind is chaos and you kiss away regrets You unravel me soft hands pulling twine but I don’t mind because my worries fall away as our fingers intertwine you whisper kind words they must not be true but I don’t mind because just for a second I think I believe you I can’t explain my feelings as they dance in my chest but I don’t mind because of all my new adventures you are, by far, the best #love #poem

the big question am I a good person, when Infinite torment lives under my skin? a wildness that grows from deep within marvel at how hysteria wears its cloak never revealing what lives in smoke only wickedness will know what’s true the ruin of breath lives inside of you ##acrostic