My pain has always been 
prettier on paper...  

The way my tears land  
and make the ink bleed 
through the faded blue lines... 

The way my frustration 
smears the page into blurs of 
illegible letters and marbled designs... 

The way my notebook's 
corners are curled during 
the hours of countless sighs... 

And the way my fingers 
twist my misery...  

So that it's prettier 
than what's inside.   


There's times when words 
hit you harder than gravity. 

Every syllable strikes you 
so effortlessly between your eyes
and every single vowel punches you 
straight in the face.
But those consonants... 

They can just tear straight 
through your damn flesh...