cloudz poems

okay here is part 2 :P
          
          I want tattoos all over my body one day, and I think that every single scar I have is cool because it tells a story. I would love to become a therapist someday, but it makes me physically sick that I can't help every single person in the world.
          i love to bake even though i'm not good at it,
          Same goes for cooking.
          Reading tons of books makes me feel like I can live thousands of lives - hundreds of love stories and dark secrets, so many love letters and big feelings. And I get to feel them all.
          I always have crystals on me, and I close my eyes and make a wish for every lash I lose. I find peace in long, tight hugs and deep conversations.
          Reading and math in school have never been my thing, but reading poetry makes me feel understood. Trying to write helps me release some of my thoughts.
          I still have to learn a lot, and I'm excited to do so in the future. I can't wait to meet new people, try new foods, listen to new music, and read new books.
          And I also can't wait to accept that it's okay to relapse, to feel sad, to be angry - and that some people are just bitches I have to let go of.
          Long story short: I am more than my mental health, and so are you.

Hi! I thought i’d introduce myself without saying my name lol, maybe you’d like to read it! this is part one because wattpad won’t let me finish :D
          I'm a Virgo, and to be honest, I have no idea what that means. Does it mean I'm a good person? Or a bad one? Does it mean I'm better at things than other people? Or worse? No idea.
          You'll never see me without my jewelry, and of course, I always paint my nails. I'll pet any animal, whether it's big or tiny, smelly or clean, has a home or not. My hair is blonde, and honestly, I hate that.
          If you see a rainbow, trust me — I'm staring at it right now. And if you see the sun rise or set, you bet i’ll be there too. i’m an empath and i love everything about it. smiling at people makes my day and so does a yummy meal.
          I can't describe how happy laughing until my belly aches makes me - especially since I wasn't able to do that for a long time. I love seeing the flowers bloom again after a long winter and doodling them into my notes at school.
          I can't decide which color is my favorite because I think they're all beautiful in their own way.
          I'm constantly listening to music - because I like it, and just in case my thoughts get too overwhelming.
          My favorite flowers are tulips, maybe because they're the favorites of my favorite person. The smell of rain in summer makes me feel like I'm still five years old and playing outside.
          Sometimes, I repeat letters in words - even though it's wrong - just because I like how it makes my fingers feel.
          

dragonfight  - a poem by cloudz poems
          
          they think i’m selfish
          well, that’s funny.
          they never had to fight dragons
          no one saw,
          no one felt,
          because they lived inside your head.
          
          trapped in your own mind,
          you start to wonder
          if the only way out
          is silence.
          
          but then they call that selfish,
          cruel, unfair —
          so you keep breathing,
          keep trying.
          
          but man, i’m out of energy.
          that dragon’s never stopping,
          and no one knows,
          because no one feels
          that i am the dragon.
          
          but that doesn’t mean
          i can control him.
          he belongs to me,
          but he broke free long ago.
          
          he never left —
          he stayed,
          and started fighting back.
          
          he doesn’t stop,
          but neither can i.
          if i destroy him,
          i destroy myself.
          if i let him win,
          i lose again.
          
          two ways,
          one fight.
          i don’t know how long,
          but i’m still here,
          still fighting.