BubbsPoetry

I know that the sun doesn't always shine. The leaves don't always stay green. The ponds freeze over. But there is something about listening to the rain. Watching the autumn leaves bring color to the world. And the laughter that ice skating brings. See there is beauty in everything. Especially in you. Though my mind sometimes can't tell, My heart knows. Through the good and the bad, You will always balance me out.

I've been stripped away from myself. Plucked by the people that claim to love me. Trampled over by those that never even cared. Those that marveled at my beauty, Yet took away the very things that made me who I am. Leaving me bald. Trying to fend off those that find humor in my nakedness. They pluck away until there is nothing left. But childhood antidotes, And empty hopes.

If a girl cries and there's no one around to hear her does she still get healed? Or does she grow even colder from the lack of sympathy? Does she grow more alone from the lack of physical attention? Is she really so spoiled, that she can still be lonely even after receiving it all? Is she still so naive, to still hope that one day that man she resembles would just want to know how her day went? For her mother to keep over half of her promises? For her sister's that she'd always looked up to say that they're proud of her? For her love to open up and embrace her more? For her to love her without it being conditional. Just because you can't hear her cries, Does that mean that she does not hurt?

I found beauty on mirror lane. I never had before. It had been destroyed by stones. Thrown so hard that the streets cracked. And shattered glass from Windows,  so cars couldn't reach their destinations. Tornados ripped away trees,  So they never grew into their full potential. My heart ached for the roadkill. That were trampled over, As if their life only meant that much of a plastic bottle thrown out without remorse.  It's beauty had been stripped away ever since the first patch of grass dried. Left to be destroyed by anyone that crossed it's path. I never liked mirror lane. So I avoided looking in its direction. Hoping maybe the conditions would change if I believed that they didn't exist. But now I'm starting to enjoy its flaws. Everything coming together to create a mosaic. Each "flaw" creating its own story. Of beauty and excitement. Now mirror lane, Is where I go to find beauty.  

I'm ready to see clocks thrown out the windows. As I fly away with them back home. And land in the only place that always let me down.. gentle. Yet I always come back for more. I'm in too deep. But I like it that way.