I WISH THAT I WERE MANIC ALL THE TIME

Be patient with me

When my limbs become trees

And my roots become reeds

And the sounds from my mouth start making sense

My mind is messy but it’s beautiful

like I'm in utero

I don't say it often,

but I'm proud of the woman that I turned out to be

You might think I’m crazy

Wild and young and free

But really I'm just:

careful

quiet

overthinking

analyzing like

It’s logic

over loving

and emotion

brought me nothing

but disaster

so I hold my drink

and sit right in the corner

smiling.

Wish I were a wild child like I say I am

Wish I really meant it when I say

that I don’t give a damn

Wish that I were manic all the time.

Think I like mе better

when I’m all outsidе the lines.

But my colors bleed

And they bleed bright red.

I keep this pistol near my bed

Inside my mouth

so I can keep my tongue from tearing up my head.