My pen etches Your name deeper within my heart. With each stroke the pages yell Your name into an oblivion.
But You.
You would never hear the cries that were crying out Your name. I show You my world and You can’t tell me Your favorite parts.
You witness the beat of my heart, but can’t rap the words to my song. I doubt that You care, and You just stare. I preach to the world, but You never saw me reach for Your hand. I shed a tear for Your sorrows, but You never cared about who You hurt.
I write this for You, and You could never see me mouth Your name.
But still, Your name resides on my heart. The black ink stained on the red surface, that has only seen pain, and shall hope the best for Your heart.
What I’ve been trying to say is, I loved You. You used to inspire love. But now I only hope You find it.
This was for,
You.

Some days I feel like a Facade. Not a real person going through the day but a wall that was built to be the separation of the two things.

I don’t know what this wall is protecting or what lies the Facade is even telling. It all feels like I am not a person of true substance, just something waiting to reveal itself.

Hopefully it’s good.

She was like the sunshine hitting a blank canvas, paint splattered with the colors of all the flowers in the physical and ethereal worlds. Although it looked messy at first glance, you could tell she was put together with the finest of details.
She was the hope that defeated the darkness and the light that guided the lost.
She was Love and heaven if they beat hell and hate. As strong and compassionate as one could become.
Through everything she pursued she was an oak plank holding her entire life together. Sturdy and just enough to keep the water from crashing in all at once.
She was everything she needed to be.