Wish I knew.

I wish I knew
how to be kinder,
to be softer with my touch
instead of staining every art piece
I come in contact with.

I wish I knew
how to laugh
on the tallest amusement ride
instead of screaming at every twist.

I wish I knew
how to be the roses
people stop by to smell
instead of thorns that prick their fingers.


I wish I knew
how to feel pretty,
to be beautiful,
without wishing I was more
than everything God has made me be.

Someone.

It becomes an addiction -  a drug, the nicotine in cigarettes, and the last sip in that bottle you're afraid to chug down, because you're scared of feeling empty. So you hold onto the sadness rather than feel nothing at all.
You hold onto this missing feeling hoping that you hold on long enough, maybe it wont ever go away. you hold on late at night to comfort as if it's the cold side of your pillow. That will never become hot.
The thing about missing someone is that you search for them in everyone, yet, a part of you is relieved that no one else resembles them. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you think there's only going to be one person for you. And you find comfort knowing that there is someone made for you out there, even if you don't end the story together.