The demons are after me,
Endeavouring to dwindle all my super powers
Enshrined in my soul.
But I,
I reconcile fragmented pinions
Powered with world of words, dreams,love and hope,
Now no malign souls,
Aren't after me,
As I have turned myself into a fire,
My pinions into a universe,
And my soul,
A rebel.

I hate that I love you
I hate that when you show up my heartbeats faster
I hate that I can't get over you
I hate you
I hate that you don't return my feelings
I hate this life
I hate me
for living in a fantasy
I love you
for bringing me back to reality

I respect you
I look up to you
don't just assume I love
is it really that hard to stay friends

A lie is such a fickle thing

So small, so delicate

And so deceiving

A lie could hurt, it can damage

But at the same time

it can be so kind

A lie can be a flower, a gift, a kiss

Or the weapon that is used to stab us with

And that’s the thing with lies

It’s not all that black and white

Not all lies are told with a knife.

Every morning,
I am an evening person.