If I crumble into a billion little pieces or crash and burn with my thunderous mind every once in awhile. Please just disregard my momentary lapse of reasoning. For my head is full of things I'd rather forget, And my heart battles with those memories and hasn't healed just yet. I'm a cataclysmic mix of light and dark. I smile and shine like a streak free window on the brightest of sunlit days, But then it rains buckets of torrential shadows and I'll close up shop without a single word to say. I've got an always open neon sign etched on my heart. Ready to listen to any words you'd like to free from their cage, Yet sometimes I choke on my own words and they barely make it to the page. So if I crumble into a billion little pieces or crash and burn with my thunderous mind every once in awhile... Just know I don't want to and I promise I'll be my old self eventually once again. July 9th 2015 3:35 AM