Stream of Conscience

My heart is caving into my fingers and my mind and my lungs
And every part of my body is aching with tiredness and weari
ness And nothing in the world can stop me from crying and cr
ying And crying big great tears that swallow the whole world a
nd fall Onto my glasses leaving salty stains that blur my vision
because I cant see I am an invalid I do not know which directi
on the sun Is when it is shining in my face I do not understand
why the world Goes upside-down every twenty-four hours and
why the trees Have lovely little green buds in the spring but th
en in the winter Those beautiful small lives are crushed and fro
zen by heartless Snowflakes in the same way my heart is open
and tender like A new wound or an unstitched scar but I am so
afraid that when Brown eyes forget to look at mine and when th
ey fall away so very Fast that I barely see the sparkle that is wh
en I am afraid that the Scary huge snowflakes of dislike will fall
into my open wound and Seal it up tight oh so very tight but with
the wrong thing inside I do not want hurt to be closed up in my h
eart or dislike what I Want to be in there is another heart curled
up close like a friend But so much more than just a friend an ally
and a lover someone Who will support my whole body every time
my soul forgets how To rise every morning and someone who will love me like I am.