Terrifying.
Ignorant.
******.
Psychotic.
Unforgiving.
Over-emotio­nal.
Jealous.
Competitive.
Manipulative.
Abusive.
******.
Flirty.­
Criminal.
Everything I just said.
Is the reason why I despise the female gender.
Good DAY.

Words of love,
Sprinkle down from above,
Just see them..
And see them.
They are invisible
Unrecognizable.
You breathe them in
They pulse from within,
Exhale them,
Feel them,
Brush against your face
Oh that wonderful space
That keeps disappearing
As those words keep reappearing
And kiss you
Those words of love I give to you.
Are there.

Invisible.

All started when I closed my eyes..

Not again

Walking back from school, from hanging with the guys..

Heard a noise, it was not good

A little frightened, as I should

Turned a little, looked in the corner of my eye

Cursed with all the french I could get by

I saw a shadow, I saw another, and another..

CRAP

Continue to stare in front of me,

I start to walk faster,

Hopefully they don't become a bother..

Then, to my dismay

I heard them,

Oh god, I want to be okay

My pace then turned into a slight jog..

Footsteps I kept hearing, behind my jog..

Then their voices became louder

DON'T LET HER GET AWAY

NO!

I then start to sprint, to run as fast as I can..

My backpack became a bog..

I turned a corner, all three following

I tripped, I fell..

Landed on my leg, it didn't hurt, but I screamed

The shadows were right above me now

I didn't get away..

But they just stood there, looking down at me

I was now amazed on how alive I became to be..

At this moment

I realized how important my life was to me..

The people in it, my friends

One shadow disappeared..

My family..

Another disappeared..

My world..

The third drifted away..

I am still alive

My eyes finally opened..

Laying in a hospital bed..

20 lacerations, one close to my heart

"This is such a miracle, you are still alive"

My heart is backed up into a corner..
Shivering, from the cold..
And the anger..

No one understands

I don't care enough?

I'm not the same when we first met..

Accept that..

And accept me..

As someone who will change and continue to change..

Someone that will stand up for what's best for her..

That every time there is anger..

She seems like she is the blame..

Like nothing she does is ever good enough..

This is why there is anger..

Anger in my heart..

Anger in the air..

Anger..

Heart is racing..

Will I get to see him?

"Flight is delayed for replacing a tire for an hour"..

Crap.

Stuck in Chicago for another hour...

Just want to see him

Finally get on the plane..

To Philadelphia she goes..

Just a couple more hours

Missed flight to Rhode Island..

This couldn't possibly get worse

Waits for 2 hours..fidgeting..worrying..

Gets on that plane finally..

Now I'll be able to see him

Gets to Rhode Island, driven to Connecticut

Checks into hotel..

Just a few more hours and he will be out of class

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Jumps out of her skin, opens the door.

Embraces his body, as if she doesn't want to let go.

I missed this man greatly..

Kissed and embraced, then made love for what it seemed like hours.

"Get up, lets go get something to eat"

"Hurry hurry!"

Starts freaking out, she can't seem to find her clothes where she put them

"Calm yourself, shh, here close your eyes for a minute and calm down"

The best was yet to come..

"Open your eyes, Will you marry me?"

Covers every mammal.

Protects us from the bad.

Shows us who we are.

Wrinkles,
Shows us what the world has done.
Freckles,
How bad our inability to use sunscreen..
Scars,
Maybe from good memories or bad, to show us that they are alive
Tattoos,
Images that says something about yourself or a drunken night
Holes,
Want to show that they are different

And yet people think they must have the perfect skin, that the entire world will see your "imperfection"

Don't you want people to see your story?