Alone and lost
she sits on her bed
crumpled paper on the floor
a heavy ache in her chest.
No one said it would be easy;
remembering the good is simple,
but the bad doesn't want to surface.
Afraid to love,
she dates boys who want one thing,
refusing to let another one hurt her.
But she became vulnerable,
her heart reaching out to someone
3,000 miles away.
He's a boy with some issues
but together they fix each other.

She picks up the pen,
inspiration coming hard.
She faces skype,
smiling at the man
who glued her heart together again.
The words flow from her fingers;
he is her savior,
giving her the strength to move on.
Writing was her only light,
but now there's something else to focus on.
And she doesn't mind at all.