Even if you don’t believe in astrology,
you can’t deny we were written in the stars,
and we could be read to filth.
You saw me and couldn’t wait
to get under my skin.
You sunk your claws into me
and stung me with your love.
It’s an inseparable love
doused in passion and addiction.
You have a grasp on me
and don’t wanna let go.
But we didn’t know it would be toxic.
I was too stubborn to walk away,
because I madly love you so.
When I saw red, I was ready
to charge in for a fight.
But you always scuttled away to hide,
diving your head into the sand.
So, when it was time for our story to end,
I stampeded all over your heart,
with my horns stabbing you.
I dont know what it will take
to heal this tragic heartbreak.
Waking up every day is more miserable
than the days we spent together enduring our troubles.
I wish this bed would concave and hurt,
in crushing, crippling comfort.
If it means you’re not lying here beside me,
I’d rather descend to Hell in misery.
I want my tears to drown me in this forlorn,
because this inner war of truth makes my body torn.
Without you, I constantly choke when I breathe,
and I wait for the day my heartbeat will cease.
I’ve been tossed around and shattered
one too many times,
but you never tried to fix me.
You see me and understand me, holistically,
without needing to glue me all back together.
You love every little piece of me,
no matter how sharp,
no matter how ugly,
no matter how broken.
You appreciate all of my pieces;
whether they’re temporarily taped together
or fallen into a scattered mess,
you still think I’m beautiful.
You aren’t afraid to hold up
another mirror to show me
where I need growth
so I can be whole again.
I know I’m not easy to love,
but you do every single day,
even when we’ve gone our separate ways.
Thank you for loving me.
And for everything you did
to love me the best way you could,
I caused ruckus in your life,
you shattered my world,
and we created many storms together.
Just two passionate people
who wanted to scream from
skyscrapers and mountaintops
how much we cared about each other–
even if the words shouted
surpassed the highest peak
of sound and stratosphere.
They ultimately pierced us in the heart,
causing pain and heartache.
It was crazy,
but we were crazy in love.
A little late to the party, but today is World Mental Health Day. Let’s be honest, every day is world mental health day, but for the sake of its official date, here is a personal account sharing my experiences and feelings to contribute to spreading awareness and advocacy against the negative social stigma.
Last week was the first week of October. To most people, it’s the start of Fall, the start of the countdown to Halloween, the start of the countdown to the holidays with the new year to follow. To me… it’s the mark of anniversaries and the memory of when one chapter of my life ended and a new one began.
(Beware of a hella long post!) Continue reading “Reflections on Mental Health Day”