She's a mess of gorgeous chaos, and you can see it in her eyes.

I am the left. I am the right.

I am the left brain. I am a scientist. A mathematician. I love the familiar. 

I categorize. I am accurate. Linear. Analytical. Strategic. I am practical. Always in control. 

A master of words and language. Realistic. I calculate equations and play with numbers. 

I am order. I am logic. I know exactly who I am.

I am the right brain. I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion. Yearning. Sensuality. 

I am the sound of roaring laughter. I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feet. 

I am movement. Vivid colors. I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas. 

I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel. 

I am everything I wanted to be. 

my god

he doesn't see me any differently than he sees you,
despite what you've tried to have me believe.

you love me just the same. i am not intrinsically less valuable than my male counterparts.


that night i cried, because the god i had always known didn't exist.
or so i thought.
but it only lasted a moment until he was there, reminding me that who he was, he still is and will be.

the god you know must not be the god i know.