March 5, 2010 10:04:11 p.m

I used to love myself.

Now, I'm dealing with myself.

Bodily conflicts and arguments happen daily.

I smile this fake little crooked line. I'm not happy on the inside.

I feel dirty. Junk food and nasty words go in and non-productive work comes out.

I'm losing myself inside of myself. I'll square up and disappear inside my heart.

It'll fold in on itself and explode, leaving a black hole.

I shrink into the words of others, inserting comments where they do not belong.

They do not understand, but oddly, you do. Being with you is like being at home. I can be myself and smile at all the wrong parts, laugh at the right ones, and look into your eyes the whole time; you don't mind a bit.

 

I seem to find myself on the weekends. Without you, my crust falls apart, and the Kayla I know emerges. Or is that really Kayla I know? Am I me at all? Changing is a hard part of life. I'd like to forget it. I'd like to explore the East Coast and travel to the West with you by my side. I'll hold your hand and roll in the sand. 

'Oh cowboy, take me away.’ 

Reviews

[Lexi Nicole]

Oh wow, very great write! It's like being able to see your thoughts running around in your mind. It's perfect. Emotional, good format, word choice. Great work!

-Howl