If You're Reading This

This inability to express the incredible surge of emotions that I feel about you is temporary. Sooner or later, I will eventually pick out the right words to describe my feelings for you. Maybe this is what happens when things go on smoothly, when there is no drama involved, and when you know i t is what you were looking for all along. I don't have the urge to write furiously because my heart doesn't anguish anymore. Instead, I am lost for words. I am lost in this whirlwind called you.

The Uninvited

They come barging in without a word.
They are not my friends.
I do not like their company.
But they insist on staying.
My fragile heart is terrified of them.
They scare me maniacally.
I cannot chase them away.
I try to.
They cannot win.
Ah, I need distraction.
Help me.
I scream.
They slowly leave.
But they whisper something.
They will be back.
They always do.

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How do I 'not think about it'?
How do I care if goodbyes are so heartbreaking?
How do I love if every little thing wounds my soul?
How do I forget if my brain deprives me the beauty of not remembering?
How do I live if I seem to carry the whole world on my shoulders?
How do I trust if it has been broken over and over again?
How do I smile if it's too cold inside?