She didn’t want to be saved
She wanted to feel safe
While she saved herself

She wasn’t waiting
for a knight in shining armor
She fought her own demons

She didn’t expect to be treated
Like a princess
She wanted to be respected like a queen

Her happiness and sadness
Were altogether fleeting
She found solace in writing

One whom is sad
Cannot write about happiness
One whom is happy
Cannot write about sadness

Wandering somewhere
in the moments between
She wrote her best poems

I want to know every part of you

From your head to your toes
From the mole by your nose
To the smell in your clothes

From your hopes to your dreams
To the way your eye gleams
When you reminisce about past schemes

From your heart to your soul
From what makes you whole
To what makes you lose control

I want to know every part of you

Do not misinterpret my silence
As an absence of fortitude
I choose to raise my pen
Instead of my voice
Your spoken words
Will fade with time
My words will remain
Ink stained imprints on your mind
Long after I’m forgotten