eight days to 20

I am so scared. 
So afraid of failure, 
of obesity, 
of someone looking at me 
in repulse and disgust, 
mortified to find 
the blemishes on my skin
and even more repelled 
by the open sores 
of my heart.

I'm afraid of being misunderstood,
understood perfectly, 
being laughed at for being 
eccentrically extraordinary, 
and at the same time in my hovering frame, 
traditional values are the bones
that make me, I'm afraid of being boring
and old-fashioned. 
I'm afraid of that rancid undertone in your voice,
laced with scorn,
when you say, "It's okay, I understand. 
You don't have to if you don't want to."

Sometimes I wish I could skip out 
on parts of life altogether;
much like an acne-scarred, 
buck-toothed, 
fat, 
bulimic, 
awkward 
tall girl 
wishes 
she could skip out on high school. 

But where is the fun in that? 
Relief is only momentary, 
temporary 
and solitary in such things, 
and 20?

20 is coming my way.
Whether I like it or not.

CHOKE

Friendships are great great things to make, especially hard to keep, and absolutely wonderful to have.

If they go well, that is.

It feels like there's an arrow in my chest and all the words I need to say are written on a note that's been pierced through with it. It's like a 'kick-me' sign, or something you'd see...a piece of robin-hood literature on a tree somewhere. I feel looted for loss of a better word.

Looted of my ability to express myself...and currently, trying to speak to a certain someone has been very very difficult. Trusting someone again with the intimacy of your thoughts and the raw nature of your emotion and true self is NOT easy. Obviously. Then, having this weakness...your awkwardness suddenly resembles someone they know, and the only way they can console you is that, they know 'you'll come around', so automatically a bridge is built and a map is drawn, and you will follow the markers set out for you...they wait, you start loosening up, you become really good friends and everyone's happy. 

But the things is, I don't know why its so hard to speak to you. Maybe its this gigantic fear of being vulnerable, or sounding so self-absorbed. Maybe its because I'm so intrigued by you and how good of a person you are. I could never tell you this in person, but I actually really really think you are absolutely amazing. Which is the primary reason why I choke...I don't want to ruin this. You don't know what you're getting into when you ask me 'Why?'. 

Sometimes I feel I should just take a deep breath and take the plunge, and it doesn't matter what you think of me and there's nothing more I want than to not be compared to her. I am so completely done with being compared to 'her'. I'm me. And all I want, is to be honest. With myself and with those that matter.

And you know what the scary thing is? You're starting to matter.

'Two is Better than One'

"so maybe it's true,  that i can't live without you"

I'm going to start apologizing. Since it's something I'm pretty good at.

First,
I'm sorry you don't like that I stood up for my own self-respect and my integrity and the standards I keep for my friendship. I'm sorry you'll have to wait to see what you've closed yourself up to. Because that truth, that truth's real ugly

Second,
I'm sorry we don't have much time. You make me feel so good about liking you. I'm sorry this isn't transparent. I'm sorry I don't know your heart the way you know mine. I'm sorry I'm so hard to be around sometimes. But the thing is, I'm so unashamed when it comes to feeling for you. I'm sorry I don't know how to explain what this means to me. But I'm trying everyday. Because...I don't want you to ever look back on this, and think you didn't know how important you are to me. I want to make the most of the time we have, and I'm so sorry if it feels like I'm rushing...or that I'm saying everything before I forget. Thing is, all I want to do is just be there for you. Please don't put me out in the dark...I'm opening up to you and it's been so long since I've let this happen. I don't know, either. I'm clueless too. But I want to believe in what I do know, and there's just so much I'd do for you. Take me up, just give me a chance. If it means standing in front you, convincing you everyday, I'll do that too. I'm not desperate to be understood, not even by you. I'm my own person. But I can't help wanting you to be a part of my life. I just want you to stay so bad. You're a total stranger, but you're so close to me? I don't know how all of this is even possible haha. A meeting of two hearts earnest and true, blossoming at one touch, eternal beauty.

Third,
I'm sorry sometimes I can't respond as positively as I'd like. Sometimes, you gotta take a day off, and get rid of things that are making you sink. It's going to be hard because while you're struggling for breaths, you're fighting off all the chains, all the locks and you're trying to swim against that eternal force that just mentally drains you to the point where you check to see whether you're still physically intact.

Finally, I'm sorry that I will not kneel down to you and that I will not surrender to the world. I'll walk with it. I will not be swallowed up by this bottomless pit. I've got too much fight in me to be defeated the way you're letting yourself be defeated. I am not you. Do not bring me down with you. I've got my hand outstretched, take it or leave it.