I’ve been told that I give really bad hugs
It’s as if I’m trying to run away
Sometimes its because I am
I get really nervous secretely
When someone gets close enough to hear me breathe
I have this odd fascination for sand castles
That’s because I usually find myself dedicated to things
That only last a few moments
I kinda like it because it often reminds me
That I’m not afraid of relationships falling
But I’m afraid of what’s gonna happen
When my body touches the ground
I’m clumsy, yesterday I tripped over my self esteem
And landed with a thud on my pride
And it shuttered like an iPhone with a broken face
Now I can’t even tell who’s trying to give me a compliment
I’ve never been in the military
But I have this purple heart
I got it from beating myself up
Over things I can’t fix
I know this sounds weird
But sometimes I wonder what my bedsheets say
About me when I’m not around
I wonder what the curtains would do
If they find out about all the things
I have done behind their backs
I got a hamper that is overflowing
With really loud mistakes
And a closet that holds much more than it can take
My name is Kenjones
I enjoy good food and watching people laugh for no reason at all
But I never allow myself to cry as often as I need to
I have solar powered confidence
A battery operated smile
And my hobbies include editing my life’s story
Hiding behind metaphors
And trying to convince my shadow
That I’m worth following
That’s me… Who are you?