I think I lost my mind.
I checked my pillow, the last place I used it, to dream of you.
I looked in your eyes, the last place it was clear.
I asked my therapist, the one who knows its hard to find.
I listened to my records, they usually bring it back.
I wrote in my diary, maybe the last bit of ink would set it free.
I searched through my books, thinking it would rather live a fictional life.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, and I cried myself a sea. And when I still could not find it I dove into my sea deep and I swam to the bottom.
So if you find my mind, keep it safe for me. Tell it I miss my sanity. Don't tell it I said so, but the bottom of this ocean filled with my colorful fish is much better than than the bottom of the bottle filled with my thoughts. My dull, smoky thoughts.
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My Complexion
PoetryEmotions don't come in just black and white, or in all the grays in between. Emotions are every color you've ever seen, and even the ones you can't. Sometimes they're the colors you can't imagine, and the color is simply the feeling. Like that color...
