My butterflies have been set free
Yet still they linger and rest upon me,
As they can't help but watch in awe
As in my surrender, I still fall in love.
Giving up is the hardest thing to do,
Especially when it means I have to lose you.

She admires him from afar.
His radiant skin absorbs
Her lust and her complete focus.
His laugh is the gasoline
That sets her womanhood ablaze.
She desires her full lips
Against his seductive skin.

Her lust filled focus is yanked
Back to the true future she face.

His heart was not hers to nurture,
Yet his heart was hers to reject.
That silky skin was spoken for;
That laugh ignites another’s heart,
Yet tortures hers sub equally.
The war to fight her morals
Wages untold ruin inside.
Should she allow lust to stimulate her,
Or respect her friend’s family future?

Underneath the bridge,
The day before her freedom,
She spoke to life and god,
Put an end to this- she begged
She never had friends

This story is not new
You have seen it in movies and in the books that shaped you
She stood in front of the mirror and cried,
On the day her mother died,
Because that's when she realized,
The beauty only seen through her mother's eyes

She was alone

Invisible to the eyes not made for the soul,
Ugly to the eyes only made for the skin,
She lived!

Life is just a fantasy
In the light of day
But in the dark of night
That's when my demons come out to play
They whisper and fester
Beneath my skin
They tell me I'm worthless
That I'll never win
They fight all the light
And drag out the darkness
All my pain is renewed
My sorrow and my sickness
They hide behind my eyes
While my life passes me by
But when I'm quiet at night
They're always nearby
To tell me I'm nothing
And to keep me contained
To shake me and break me
While I'm still chained
By my past insecurities
And deepest fears
My demons are my life at night
And have destroyed all I hold dear.

they    were      not      
     someone      you  
could        lust    over,  
they    were     fey,      
blood       not    running
   the     usual     way,  
they     made     me      
   dream    of    streams  
touched    by  moon
beams,    ice     cold    
  fields  at       dawn,      
every     season    I      
have    ever      known
breathing      within
    their     bones;    
dark      woods      were  
organs   once     stood;    
    each      touch    a    
   crunch      underfoot      
revealing   another        
layer  so       deep,      you    
doubt   you     will 
   ever      reach     the    
heart       of      its    beat.

Happy days come pass my station,
I am here, standing with my arms spread
holding up the green flag,
for you to race past me, so that
I can stare at you in admiration.
I will be happy by just a glimpse of you
and devour the splendid view
I will be content with the momentary relish
because I do not want to be selfish