She stands infront of him,

not hugging him.

Or holding him.

Not kissing him or holding his hand.

Real close,

As she grabs his hands looking at him with a new sadness in her eyes.

Him looking at her,

not knowing why she's sad,

or whats going on,

he pulls her close and holds her tight,

putting his arms around her,

and stroking her hair.

He tries to comfort her.

With him doing this,

she she sadens more,

looking up,

because he has no clue as to why she

sadens like this.

Seeing her despair,

he asks her what is wrong.

Knowing his helplessness,

she again looks up with her sadened eyes.

Not saying out loud,

everything thats inside her head.

Wishing he'd already knew.



Not upset about other troubles in life.

Her mind's eye is in him.

As she is found with a new despair of her..

but almost perfect boyfriend that is

standing infront of her now.

As she knows that of the burden he's

removed from her.

The pain of whats in her life.

He brings a new one,

the reason for her despair.

The person that is betterly different fron the rest.

The reason she is now happy.

Also remains the reason she is sad.

New apologies.

Him being sweet,

but also the one that brings a new problem.

Not understanding of how he cares so much

and can let words slip by.

Still remains puzzled.

New apologies.

New hearts broken?

More strings attatched.

As it is to be said;

too good to be true: never lasts.



So as she sits there in his arms,

she wonders.

How it got this far,

and how to change the event that is yet to overcome her.



Silent wishes yet plesent dreams.

She hopes it wont be over yet for her.

Hoping the new treasure in her life can only hope to bring but more joy.

Not to get worse but to only get better. Her joy.

You knocked quietly, yelled loudly. Sometimes I can't tell the difference. You come in with fangs out ready to pounce. Little do you ever come for a plesent conversation. But Usually just to mark my walls with your claws again. Your voice is growling and your laugh is a long snarl, one that I can not unhear. The roof shakes at the vibrations of your foot steps. Thump, clatter. Thump, shake. Thump whimper. You circle me with your words, like pray, making me trip and stumble. That is how you win, isn't in? Make your opponent smaller then you feel inside?  
You're a slob , you say.
Good for nothing, you yell.
Why are you always alone? You ask.
Why ask when you know? Why make the memory of your words and the feeling of your fists brighter and deeper in my mind? Oh that's write this isn't pleasant talk. You are here to win. To mark me with a stamp saying that I am nothing.
But as I stood up surrounded by nothingness and darkness, I had to remind myself that i am a human. Flesh and bone. A real person. One with a destiny, thoughts and feelings. Not one less important then the other.
I am not little red riding hood who hid under hoods while being consumed by ugly things disguised as familiar.
I am not Bell who did something she swore she would never do; she settled for someone she did not love.
I am the lady of the lake.
I am the tree that fell in the forest and dared to make a noise.
I well not be locked in towers by men afraid of fire.
I well not stay away from the sea and sun and fly in the same air I have always breathed.
I am more, and I am bigger on the inside then you feel on the outside

To late for serious talking.
No time for long beach walking.
Just lay here next to me.
And slow down your voice gently.
Close your eyes and ease your mind.
Let go of today and hear what I say.
Let your dreams be plesent and sweet.
I will give you hug as you
warm up my cold feet.
My hand touches your face.
I kiss you good night.
Tomorrow will come.
See you when your sleeping is done.