I've been down to the depths of hell
And danced with the devil on
Many occasions.

You don't look through me like most, you look deep inside, pick up every flaw and regret and make a toast to the wonders that make me, me.

Your lucid and translucent skin stretches itself tightly
across your old, cold protruding bones,
and you, you've spent years, building up
and tearing down homes
in others hearts, promising fresh starts
you've spent decades, practising and perfecting the arts
of saying what people want to hear,
grasping hands with fear
appearing sincere
but what you forgot to realise
is that the constant lies,
can only result in
the demise caused by
you
drowning in your cries

I refuse to follow a trail
Where others,
carelessly crush
their individuality firmly
into the ground,
willingly hush their hopes and dreams
so they no longer make a sound,
bury them so deep,
they no longer can be found

You do as you please
but darling
listen to my hopes
bellowing below the seas
listen to my dreams
echoing in the breeze
because me?
i'll be blazing a trail so bright
it'll dull the suns light and
bring the trees to their knees.

Everyday
I find and underline
another few new
favourite things
i love
about you.

Darling she's the most beautiful piece of literature
you'd ever have had the pleasure of discovering
reading, indulging in, bringing to life
it's your fault, regret, mistake
that you tossed her to the side
because something less than average
caught your eye