I speak of what I've learned,
but I tell no one of the journey,
the mistakes
to be where I am now.
I tell no one.
but I will tell you, this paper.
When I was a child
I repetitively watched my father
beat what looked as future me.
who I wanted to be.
my mother.
but as I grew older,
I realized that is the opposite of who I would become.
I watched my dad get drunk.
he put this label on himself
that my family couldn't bare.
something I couldn't understand.
achohlic.
But seeing myself now, not even an adult yet.
and still, I have before been consumed
by alcohol, and chosen toxicity over purity.
let someone lay hands on me
knowing that all my father has done
is teach me that I am no less than,
a princess.
yet he also taught me
that laying hands on someone you love is okay.
my mom taught me that staying silent is what
we're good at, told me that someday
shed be my hero. she never was.
she taught me that how to cope is to
move from 10 different guys in 10 days.
I have watched myself turn into the people I told myself
I'd never be.
but now this is me.
my dad is no longer addicted, nor is he abusive.
but the scars are still there.
and my mom is finally in a good relationship,
but because of all that I went through,
I will never let someone raise their tone with her.
and when people like to state "if you weren't hit, its okay."
but in reality, it will leave more bruises on you than those who were hit.
because still, my dad is somehow,
my hero.
and for that, I will never forgive myself.
I will never be the same.

the sun.
a bright
shine
full of life, full of love, full of hope,
full of care.
leads days of joy
and peace.
The moon.
a deep
wonder
full of still, full of heart, full of thoughts,
full of care.
leads nights of curiosity
and will.
the sun, a glare of reflection.
a beauty so strong no ones even laid eyes,
and a fear of nothing.
a heart of love,
built by gold inside and out.
and so much room in her heart
for the love of her life.
The moon, a one-sided window of secrets.
full thoughts.
with ears so great a mind so full
of all our wonders.
a heart so calm,
holes the size of craters
craters so deep
that they leave
history that is not erased.
not perfect in any way,
but can still fill a heart full of love.
the moon and the sun.
not much in common from the outside,
the sun looks fun
the moon looks quiet.
day with the sun
nights with the moon.
they never see each other.
but on the inside,
the sun spreads around life
and the moon is a good-listener.
the sun cares for the moon,
and the moon cares for us all.
and they do come face-to-face,
once in the evening. sunset.
and once in morning, sunrise.
and both times,
happens to be,
when the sun is at her prettiest,
at her state of peace.
at her happiest.

there once was this girl,
she was as happy as can be.
she met the
in a class.
sixth period to be exact.
they sat by each other, knee to knee.
she saw him as just a friend,
but he saw her as more,
and gladly.
there once was this girl,
she fell in love with this guy.
who she didn't know at the time,
would be the cause of her suicide.
she felt her happiness
now drowned by her sadness.
there once was this girl,
she sat all sad and gloomy,
until she saw a rope.
waiting for her only.
now he tells the sorry of this loving girl,
who gave him everything for just a twirl.
there once was this girl,
she now smiles from above.
untangling the rope from her throat,
while watching him hang up the note, that she left
only for he.

there once was this boy.
he was the light of my day.
he called me names in good ways.
my love, babe, or even bae.
he made me feel safe,
held me and even said "I love you".
that meant a lot, and he said it often.
until one day he stopped.
i wondered why but never asked.
i slowly got more desperate for the love i'd never had.
There once was this boy.
he broke this girls heart,
time and time again. he would get bored
and come back for more.
but she believed in him, believed he would one day change.
he never did, he took control.
so she sulked in her pain.
there once was this boy.
he was responsible for her death,
for she wrote a note,
left for only him instead.
this said,
"I know you've let go, but I'm done waiting right her in this pain. so I'll wait in the heavens to join again. and I know I shouldn't, but I still believe in you, for I sw thee love no one could reach to."
as he read, tears trailed down his cheeks.
with snawty nose and all he finally realized,
he loved her.
as she, loved the.
she smiled from above
with the rope still around her throat.
there once was this boy,
he's now married with two kids.
they one day asked, "Dad where did you get this?"
he smiled at the note written from so.
that he saved,
to cherish the love
she always gave.

There is nothing of
this Not just a daughter, but the eldest.
Their relationship is held
by memory and pure strength.
Fights and tears.
Faiths and fears.
Their Heartstrings tied
  both growing older,
Together.
Going through adventures
And mistakes.
The wrong paths and waves,
Their love is strong.
The snow globe shakes.
And when it does,
We can see the snow
Spread around.
Life will shake and tap at their love.
It will try to take it away,
Put them through things that sometimes,
They think it might even be over.
But It's never ending.
all the arguments and yelling they can go through,
It won't break away,
For they are too strong.
And they are strong together.
So when a slow globe shakes,
The flakes with flair apart, but they
Always end up
Together, in the end.
And when it breaks,
Is when the slow globes die away.
But what do you do with the flakes,
When you throw them away?
They all go to the same place.
So they are still together
Surfing the next wave.