sitting in a corner

sitting in a corner you forget what's around you besides that crease in front of your angry eyes.
you're reminded of the walls and the rough texture it provides by keeping it wrapped around your own atmosphere.
but your back begins to ache and you want to move, but you're arrested from your own control.
so you begin to think of your history.
and you begin to feel your misery.
but all you can do now is sit in that corner with your angry eyes.
because you've lost your own control.

It's crazy

how everything connects to something. It's crazy how everyone can relate in one way or another. It's crazy how we can speak differently. It's crazy how your five year old sweater is still stylish. It's crazy how your alcoholic mother doesn't care. It's crazy how that drug makes you feel. It's crazy how your best friend is in love with you. It's crazy how your dog is your secret keeper. It's crazy how you hate what everyone loves. It's crazy how your drawings look more like lines than anything. It's crazy how I get your sense of humor. It's crazy how your B's look like 8's. It's crazy that you don't want a favorite color. It's crazy that I've known you for so long. It's crazy that you can listen to so much. It's crazy how you're confused. It's crazy that you can never choose. It's crazy how you can always rhyme. It's crazy how I know more about you than you know of yourself. It's crazy that you're still living that way. It's crazy that you don't ever mark your i's. It's crazy that you trust me more than anyone. It's crazy of how much you mean to me. If meaning means anything to you.