good days, bad nights.

i have a problem. i can't seem to make the words sound right. poetry comes easy. regular speaking does not. i can't say what i mean without it sounding a certain way. a way i don't mean. i'm trying to make sense. i wish i could tell some people that.

poetry works fine cause sounding beautiful is easy. it's the ugly words, the real words, that are hard to choke out. people want to hear the beautiful words, but the deathly heavy words are always shut out. maybe it would be better if i just didn't open my mouth. but then again, you asked didn't you. do you like the answer you got?

sometimes, i wish the whole world worked more like my friend tracy. she may not give the best advice, or understand me, or even know how i feel, but she loves. she has no problem kissing my forehead and letting me cry into her hair. sometimes thats just what i need. someone to show how much they care like that. i wish that i could thank her, but i know that she knows.

and sometimes silence stings as much as a smack in the face.
and sometimes all the words in the world are no comfort.
but there is nothing worse then no silence, and no words.
nothing worse than waiting for an answer.