Dear Someone,

Sometimes
My head gets so clouded
And my mouth and eyes fill up an ocean
And my words are fog.
I think
My heart wants
To be a lighthouse.
But my brain
Says no.
And I think
It is too
Self-centered
To understand
That it’s the only one
Who likes
The dark.

My thoughts are like
Ringing bells
Banging like bullets.
I get headaches
So bad
That I sleep,
And sleep,
And sleep,
Until I wake up
And
The bells fade to music
But it is torture
Because
I can’t play notes anymore.

My hair
Is like
Wires,
Because every time
I touch it,
I am shocked by how little
I adore it.
Sometimes
I am a record
stumbling,
stuttering,
repeating
I,
I,
I
Until I cannot speak
Because he stops me,
And breaks my song.

I ache for words
Like a dictionary,
I want to write
But I can’t find
The right words in time,
And that is why
My heart wants to be a lighthouse.

Love,
Someone Else