Monsters
There are monsters inside of me
Finding refuge in the emptiness
They hide when you’re around
But at night they haunt me
They tear at every insecurity
Every weakness
They remind me how much I hate myself
How sad I am when I’m alone
They hurt me in ways that another human never could
The monsters know every thought I’ve ever had
Every fear and every nightmare
They use them against me, knowing I can’t fight back
Because monsters don’t care that I am fragile
Monsters don’t care that at any moment I could snap
They don’t realize that if they break me, they can’t haunt me
Monsters can’t haunt someone that’s dead
- C. Burch
Love is...
Coffee when you know he’s busy
And sweet reminders that you care
for when he has a moment
Love is keeping him in mind
Flowers when life gets her down
And reassuring encouragement
when she feels she’s not doing enough
Love is being her support
Speaking your mind
And giving a listening ear
when disagreements or concerns arise
Love is dedicated communication
No matter the love language
Love is kind and compromising
Fear the Dark
All I remember is that it was cold
I don’t remember when it happened
Or even where I was
But it was cold
Not the temperature, but rather, inside of me
Inside I felt a cold over whelm me
It was like nothing I had ever felt before
It was pure fear
The fear that monsters and demons feed off of
It was so vivid and surreal
Just black and cold
I couldn’t make a sound
And there was no one out there to hear me
Then, I felt my heart drop
I woke up in a sweat
And from somewhere, in my pitch black room
I could feel something watching me
Not someone, but something
Something dark and evil
That “thing” lives in the darkest corners
So, as a rule of thumb
I fear the dark and that thing living in it
The Rosebush
He smelled the way rose petals feel
Yes, I mean feel
So soft and inviting
Like love and butterflies
And other beautiful things
Like comfort and happiness
All despite the thorns not far behind
Which, never made me love him any less
They just symbolized his asshole tendencies
His inability to communicate
His lack of understanding
Even the way he tried to play the victim
All the while tearing me down
But no matter how many times those thorns pricked me
I tried so hard to do better
Like you could somehow care for a thorny rose bush
And expect the thorns to just fall off
But a rose bush will always be thorny
And holding one too tightly, will always make you bleed