Raw
Let's get raw here. I don't care anymore. I'm not going to try to pretend to be who I'm not and play incognito. At least not now.
I feel too much to let that happen.
I'm not sad and I'm not happy and I noticed that seems to be the motto of my story. And I realize now how often I rhyme but give me time and that will eventually disperse. Just like the old me, the old May.
You think you know, but you have no idea.
I've given what I could and it's not enough because I want to be known. I want you to see me and know that I'm more than what I've let on.
It's hard to get anywhere when your holding my hand so tight that it's crushing my bones. I can barely touch you without wincing from the bruises. Love me until I forget reality and kiss me until we both taste like Strawberry-mango. Catch my tears in a papercup and feed your bleeding roses. Hold the darkness with both hands. Bite your lip in the process. Live for a moment and die today. Trust me. Close your eyes, I'll make you as happy as I am.
Please know, that there is more to me than just being 'light,' now. Please, know that I feel just like you do. That I feel as passionately and as ferverously as you do. We aren't that different, you and I.
Everything you are, I am too. And I speak to all of you.
Air. Clouds. Breathe.
