she was 12,
of course no one believed her.
she was 12,
of course she was blamed.
she was 12,
of course she thinks its her fault.
she was 12,
of course they laughed at her when she opened up about it.
she was 12,
of course she thought it was love.
she was 12,
of course it was the clothes.
she was 12,
of course she couldn't press charges.
she was 12,
of course it still haunts her.
she was 12,
of course she's disgusted by her self.
she was 12,
of course she wasn't taken seriously.
she was 12.

dont lose heart.  dont lose hope
your faith and trust will help you cope
belief will help to guide you through
most of all believe in you

take life as you as find it what  ever comes along
look it in the eye stand up and be strong
never give up  fighting dont think of giving in
if you believe in you your battle you win

I regret everything.
I regret falling in love.
I regret leaving.
I regret opening up.
I regret hurting so many.
I regret being desperate.
I regret changing.
I regret running away.
I regret staying.
I regret turning away.
I regret meaning everything.
I regret feeling unsafe.
I regret playing games.
I regret loving.
I regret caring.
I regret it all.

I’m scared as f*ck
to want you.

But here
I am,

Still wanting you
anyway.

I have left some pages of my book empty , in case if you return .

I just want to be yours. Keep you on the safe side of the sidewalk and open the doors. My own personal queen, my loveable human being. Love falls and I'm raked up. Safer wrapped in your hands. Your smile branded in my head, daydreaming of us chilling in bed. Conversations that don't end. I need you all the time, I need you to be mine.
Last relationships I've had weren't much better, but for you I'll give you my forever. Harder to accept but I won't allow me to fall with out a parachute. Maybe that's why I'm falling harder for your view. A love so unique and new. Hopefully you'll be the only one I can officially say..... I do.

i believe,
even the stars
get tired.

when the night sky
had folded them away
back into the darkness

and the moon,
that lonesome thing,
has doused itself in shadows.

so will you too, my friend
shy away from the light
as if it would burn
if it reached you.

maybe you feel,
you just are not strong enough
to face the day.

that the midnight hour
is a broken thing

and oh, the silence
is deafening.

and you and i know, even the stars
are tired.

you mourn for them
as their light expires.

if it all fell apart tomorrow
and why wouldn’t it
I would still applaud  the
fact
that we tried