Sometimes


Sometimes this bed never seems to get warm,
Even with five blankets cold air gets in.
It won't let me sleep, along with the squirrels in my wall
That play games when I turn the lights off.

Sometimes I feel alone
In a room full of people.
Anxiety of not knowing what to say,
And wanting to say everything at once.

Sometimes I'll give half hearted hugs because
Half of my heart doesn't know what hugs are.
Left ventricle still too bitter and dry.

Sometimes I'll paint trim around a door for hours because
It never seems to look complete.
Too many spots that show up
When I put the brush down.

Some of the worst headaches I've ever had
Are when I pour my emotions out
Dribbling down paper
And it's beautiful.

Some of the best times I have ever had
Are right now, while I'm still young.
I'm not about to lose them
To my worried mind.

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