blame

i don’t blame you

i don’t blame you for screaming

i don’t blame you for hurting

for crying

for feeling

i don’t blame you for anything you do

and yet you blame me

for every step you take

like it is my fault i have bruises from your assaults

like it is my fault that you hate me enough to stay

all i want is to go back to when you were in love with me

so in love that you didn’t speak for weeks

at least i didn’t have to wear long sleeves and bandages.

Moods

happy

sad

beautiful

my moods

they sway

they feel

like the sun,

there at times – beaming,

and then gone,

and back again

over

and over

this repeats

faster

faster

faster

and the world

it spins

and the confusion

until i am empty

with all the feelings

and

all i see

is a crumpled up paper piece

and half a broken pencil.