Sweet & Sour Chicken

Maybe we're all just scared.

I have a permanent frown, plastered upon my alabaster skin.

Over and over and over-

My mind is a VCR, rewinding and replaying every scene & every moment we ever spent together.

The corners of my mouth curl upward into an awkward smile.

I lay on the frozen concrete, just to remind myself that I'm alive.

The wires did not get crossed.

There's no short in the fuse box.

"You're scared."

Two simple words that caused an avalanche in my brain.

Self-realization.

Self-acceptance.

Advice giver, listener, hopeful, dreamer.

It's easier said than done.

Free falling.

You jumped, you fell, and you landed.

One-two-three. End.

It's a battlefield & you're bound to get scarred.

Be vulnerable....just fall.

It's the simple things...

Illegal and forbidden.

You have the face of innocence.

Toxic.

Harmless.

Your poison tastes so sweet.

Filling the crevices of my heart that I never knew were there.

Cementing it together and making me feel whole again.

I take a hit, and I'm breathless.

High for days, or even months.

They do not warn you of these side effects.

I must have swallowed a million caterpillars in my sleep.

They're emerging from their chrysalises in a rainbow of colors.

Butterflies are fluttering in my stomach, overflowing out of my mouth with every word I speak.

Drunken with giggles; I feel like a foolish, young school girl again.

My hands are a puzzle, and I'm looking for their missing pieces.

I do not know much of anything with any certainty, but I know one thing-

You make me happy.