Love, Loss And Other miseries

1- Confessions of a writer

I am a writer, i thrive on misery

The pain you feel in your flesh

I feel it in my bones

When you are angry you want to punch things

I want to burn myself alive

When you are in love, you have stars in your eyes

I have storms and hurricanes

It all sounds amusing to you, some people's fantasy maybe

But trust me sometimes it all gets too much

To feel this way this much

Consumes you to your very core

You don't know until you are shaking and standing still

When there is no blood left in your veins

yet there is blood, everywhere

I am an over thinker i need forgiveness

I am intensity i need numbness

You hear of people made of fire and rain

It is all good until they come together

Both the fire and raging rain all at once

In the same soul

It all comes easy to me, the love and the hate

Its the indifference, can't open that gate

Sometimes i do play for my own sanity

Let go for a moment or two, for you

But i am sorry i made you think that it is going to be like that all the time

I am sorry i gave you hope

I am sorry i let you take me for granted

Because it can all be over, without a conversation, without a reason

It will drive you nuts

But darling if it doesn't

Is it worth it!

After all

I am a writer

I thrive on misery