I am the one who
feel your love limit to sky

And

I am the one who proved
your sweet lies !!!

Death is
            A perspective
               Of time and if we are
Of a  moment first
                         Born or years
           Down the road
                             We are all
Old when that last grain falls

I don't unwrite words from my pen, my skin, or my heart
nor will I ever unsay something I once said
sometimes I think maybe I should, but I don't
partly because I can't and partly because
I am who I was and who I am now, together
and I will not unwrite poems that breathed
"I love you" out of my soul, I will also not unsay
all the "*******'s" that flew out of my lips
driving alone in my car. I will not take back
those words. They are mine as much as any words.
If anything, more. I have been thinking a lot about
privacy: when something is too special to write about
when a moment should be kept to myself. And I've
worked on keeping more things to myself. It doesn't
mean they don't exist. It doesn't mean they aren't real.
If anything, it means that now, I am more real.
I have more of me to myself now. Less of me has been
pirated, parodied, and talked about- I belong to God
who sees all and knows all, and to myself, who bears witness
to words I've spoken in folly and words I've concealed in folly.
I can't guarantee I'll be perfect or always happy
or never **** up again. I can't hardly promise anything.
All I know is that I'm growing up, and Friday night
means books and songs and baths and studying, and I feel
sadder, yes, and also happier, in deeper ways,
I don't quite know who I am and I feel rather lost but
as one grows lost, one finds themselves, and I hope that
it happens for me. After all, I'm turning seventeen soon.

You're the one that walked away
From someone who still loves you
Unconditionally and would do
Anything to see you smile
Someone that cares so much more
For you than they do for themselves
Who wants you happy
Who wants to know how your days been
You're the one that made the mistake
So I guess you were right
**You didn't and don't deserve me

everybody tells you that you shouldn't ever be guilty
and that there's nothing wrong with us all along
but then they say to themselves, "what's wrong with me" and
"why do I feel inadequate" and I think the problem
is that we all know, we all know there's something
deeply, deeply wrong with us- no matter how much
we try and tell ourselves that it's not there or it's alright
or that it's good because God made it that way.
It's still wrong, and we still know it, in our essence.
I don't think I'm at fault for looking at myself and saying
"there are my flaws" and "I am indeed broken"
because even though it looks and sounds the same
as "what's wrong with me" and "why do I feel inadequate"
the difference is that I have exposed the wounds on my own soul
rather than covering and letting them fester; the Christian Church
tells me "Here is where you are cut" and "Here is the burn-mark"
thank God, honestly, because where healing is concerned, without
knowing my own wounds, I wouldn't have a place to start.