Atlas

I want to hold you in the palm of my hand,

So I can see all of you at once.

There would be no surprises

And there would be no judgement.

I would have known from the start.

I wish I was an orical,

So I could see my future,

And know whether or not

I made it

Or if success was worth all the effort.

I wish I was Atlas,

The man who hold up the skies,

Then I would help everyone

And no one would be left behind.

Everyone would know,

And no one would know.

I would be sure that I made it.

I'm sorry you're such an asshole

I'm bruised

You bruised me, but that just means evidence of you will be with me forever. I've struggled with this bruise for so long, but now I bare it. I'm proud. It makes me who I am. I'm weird and quirky. The opinion you drained from me is returning. I don't cry anymore. I have arms around me. Arms, that love, encourage and lift. I feel a gap, but its not for you to fill. I hide in fear of what is difficult. I don't understand myself. I can't control myself. I'm waiting for the help. The corner is dark and dusty. I'm not saying it's your fault, but I'm afraid to let anyone into it because of my bruise. My bruise is not alone, and I don't think time heals. I will treasure it always.