I thought that we would be together forever,
How naive of me.
To put so much faith and trust into someone not capable of holding that weight.
I saw it in your eyes the first day we met,
The pain and the suffering that you had gone through,
I thought I could fix you.
I thought that everyone who was broken could be mended once again,
But I was wrong.
When someone's heart is shattered into a million pieces even the strongest of people can't glue it back together.
I should have listened when you told me the disappointment that had been caused by him and the pain he had caused others,
But I didn't.
So now when I think about you I'll reminisce on the times you believed in your self,
Those very few times when you could look in the mirror and see more than a failure.
I'm sorry I couldn't fix you,
I'm sorry that I tried so hard,
But you are broken.

I think we thrive off denial.
Not taking the blame,
Thinking it was some other reason, ‘It was definitely not love’.
Or was it?
Were the kisses and hugs real?
Or was it just ***?
No, I think it was love.
We shouldn’t blame the sorrow we feel on excuses.
You can love someone and not be meant for them.
‘Yes I loved him, but we were not made for each others happiness’.

We look at each other,
Eyes meet each other's souls,
Not saying anything but speaking louder than ever before.
“Why do you love me?” I say,
Tears flooding down my cheek.
“Because love is inevitable.”,
It was then I realised being stuck in this labyrinth of love,
Is worse than being trapped in my mind.

I am in love.
I say with confidence, no shame to be thought.
A young love, full of passion and warmth, heating me during the blizzard.
I am in love.
People will think and say what they please. About how love isn’t real,
How I am too young to know,
But I will always stand strong.
Looking at them with a smile, pitting how sad they must be to think that love,
Is just a cold myth.

I am in love with an alien.
Something not earthly,
Sent down from Mars,
To capture my soul.
You have it.

I stare, not able to look away,
Glued to the small circle.
"What?" he asks,
"Nothing" I reply., "Your eyes are just beautiful."
Now there is much more I can say,
How my whole life I have been waiting for those eyes,
How nothing but your soul makes me happier than they do.
Or how all eyes now seem dull and lifeless, except yours.
They're mot blue or colour but an emotion of love and sadness.
"Your eyes are blue" I whisper.

For death,
I'm not scared.
Take me in your hands where the air is still and peaceful,
I am not afraid.