The world is round,
but it's edges are sharp.

But I'm not a disaster,
I might be a withering flower
And dying out of air
Begging for you to let me go
Trying to choke my own lungs.

Maybe, I'll cry myself to sleep again tonight,
Or put on a nice dress just to see
If it could bring myself back to the life
I wanted.

Scared, lonely
Bitter and broken.

Screaming..

But I know that
Every tears I've dropped,
Every words I've said,
Every whisper I've spoken,
And every mistakes I've done,
They do not describe me; not at all.

So, I might be missing some parts of myself
But I know,
I am not a disaster.

That angelic smile.
That evil heart
That beautiful mind
When you touched me your
atoms snuck into my skin.
I still smell you in my hair and in
my clothes. How can I forget that
essence when everything I do just
reminds me of you. I catch myself
Simper and dancing to your assonance
You hit me like ocean waves
And you've flooded my heart with
ebullience and enthusiasm..
I'm ready to shed all my skin to the very bone
beneath it and lay
my heart down underneath yours
just to show you
how much I adore you..
But I know it's not going to bother you
because of the vivacity
on your face when I see her existing in
your dreams.