She was just the girl with the loudest laugh in the room. Go ahead and help her escape, that was her weakness.
When it comes to small talk, she hasn't much to say. Simple and sweet, she'll mind her manners.
Hard working and benevolent, she just wanted to make a difference.
She was just the girl with a kindly head on her shoulders.

We never spoke the words aloud,
But his eyes said it all.

I try to remain open minded because there are perspectives I have not seen and knowledge I have not cultivated. I hope after someone hurt me, that those were not their intentions. Some things are truly worth the wait, so I hold onto my patience.
But I am only one person. And I can only give all of this for so long with nothing in return.

We self sabotage the situation when it seems too good to be true because that's easier than being pensive and trusting the other person.

Words make us vulnerable,
because nothing exists until it is said outloud.

You had healed.
The memory had faded,
And the hurt had finally let you go.

But today you woke to the thought of his voice. His degrading tone is almost as haunting as the lingering grip he left around your neck.

You have to truly forgive what happened, but not for him.
He sleeps just fine at night,
And so should you.

There are ghosts in these walls.
Secrets no one knows to look for.