Do you realize the complexity to feeling as if the best moments of your life are behind you.
That you have had your great love and you will never be able to feel that way again.
Every person there after will be compared to him and will not measure up.
To feel as if you are settling for the rest of your life.
I am beyond broken hearted, I am always lost.

If you can not handle my sharp tongue, you do not deserve my breath.
If my emotions are too much for you, how do you expect to understand how I love.
If my body does not fit your fantasy, you will never be my dream.
If my drive and ambition bothers you, my future will surpass you,
What you see as flaws is what I consider my strengths.

I should not have to beg for you to pick me.
I deserve someone that will want me as their first and only choice.
I am not a late night confidence boost, a lonely miss you text.
I am worth more than this and am working each day to believe this.

Her feet pound the pavement with each step forward, one mile quickly turns into three.  Her mind uses her nightmares to motivate her, each one darker than the next. How is she supposed to escape when she is running from her own mind.

I was already in pieces but I gave myself to someone new, praying they could fix it.
As expected they took my pieces and tore them just a little more.
Why do I continue to give myself when I have nothing left to give, how do I continue.

I never thought something as simple as words could be so complex.
How is it when someone says "no" we understand it as "yes".
Or that we can both have different meanings for forever, I did not realize forever was meant to be so short.
I have the hardest time understanding how some words don't have any meaning anymore like how I am sorry and I love you just flow from your mouth like the air you exhale.

A new moon is seen as nothing but will go through phase after phase to build itself to a full moon, and repeat his cycle. No matter what phases we can admire its progress. Everyone loves to tell the moon of its beauty and presence.

Why is it that I have to be whole to be beautiful, can't we admire my progress.