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  Sep 2018 Red
Nyx
He was my first
Love
My first
Heartbreak

He was the first
Boy who made me smile
Yet
Cry a thousand tears

He was the first boy
To keep me awake all night
That left me
Feeling hopeless but full of light

He was the first
Sunset at the dawn
Glowing with colours so bright
But he was also quite capable
Of being the terrors of the night

He was warm
Chocolate brown eyes
His smile set blaze to my heart
But all while tearing it apart

He was cold
Stringing me along for fun
Yet even so I loved him
I never wanted to run

He was a mixture
Of bitter and sweet
Just one taste
Had my knees falling weak

He was my oxygen
The air that I breath
Without him
I was consumed by grief

Though now
As I walk these halls
I know to him
I mean nothing at all

He was the first boy
Who left meaning in my heart
I'll always have a soft spot for him
Eternalized within memory as the boy who was once my sweeheart
All of the memories
Flowing back
  Sep 2018 Red
Nyx
Every time the rain comes down
Gently pattering on the rooftops
Cold and yet so peaceful
When everything just seems to stop

I'll be there on your doorstep
Ready to take your hand
To warm your broken heart
Allowing you to withstand

Every time the rain comes down
I'll be there by your side
Fluffy blankets and hot coco
I promise you will be safe and dry

I'll be the knight that guards your door
So you may sleep pleasantly at ease
I'll chase away the demons
At last you may have some peace

Every time the rain comes down
I promise I will be around
Don't worry for I'll protect you
This storm will simply pass through

It'll be okay
As it cant rain forever
Dark gloomy clouds will pass us by
After the rain things always get better
Idk, I hope this sorta makes sense
Wasn't actually sure where I was going with this one
  Sep 2018 Red
Nyx

You once asked me

Why won't you tell me who you loved?

I responded gently
As if speaking to a child

When you love somebody
So closely and dear
Its a moment in your heart
Where your mind becomes clear
Painted so vividly within your thoughts
The ones that you love stands bright and tall

The moments we spend together
They were special
Nobody knows about it
The more people who know
The less special it becomes


I smiled to myself
As I dazed off about that time
To which you countered with

How do you know if he felt the same?

Silence filled the air
As I thought for a moment

Quite frankly I dont know
I have no solid proof
It was unspoken between us
It was a breif time of our youth


Then why is it so special?

Because I loved him
No matter if those feelings
Were returned or not


  Sep 2018 Red
Elizabethanne
I am seventeen years old
And I’m sitting at the bottom of my tub.
I’ve cracked my wrists open like the windows in my room-
I’m trying to let some light in
I need to breathe fresh air into my body.
this is the only way I know how
I have closed the curtains,
boarded up the doors.
you had a key
And you trekked in mud and pine needles from the giant spruce tree outside.
I pick them out of my hair
And line them up on the side of the stained porcelain tub.
I am thinking of putting out a foreclosure sign in my front yard-
Abandoning these halls and leaving everything but this stained tub behind.
Seventeen is hard and rough,
It had calloused hands and it took things from me I wasn’t ready to give.

- I am twenty now
- And I’ve redone my home and tore out the stained tub
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