a letter to myself.

inside of
my mind
is a melting pot of
concepts.
my ideas. my logic.
beliefs
that i boa constrict with clenched fists.
dreams
that i'm hoping come true.
nightmares
that i pray don't.
weakness
that i hide.

all mine.
praying and hoping.

and if i'm losing you
you'll see what i mean
when my skull cracks open

after we bump heads.

and there.
you'll realize
that i
was so fragile.
to be handled with care.




every look that broke my spirit.
every nervous nerve.
every criticism you rattled my bones with.
every moment you let me down when it counted.
every failure i went home with.
every time you said you couldn't stand me.
every opportunity i came up short.
every time my best wasn't enough.
every moment i disappointed you.
every thing i don't understand.
every instance i bereaved your trust.
every ounce of bullshit you gave me.

all the things you used to try and tear me apart.
are all the things that make me.

-Dan.