I will never wake up looking like the girls do in the movies
I won’t always end up doing the right thing
I can’t promise I will never be angry with you
I can’t promise I will never do things that make you angry with me
I can’t even promise I’ll be sorry for them every time
But I can promise that even if you aren’t sorry
I’ll find a way to forgive you somehow even if it takes years
In our time together
I will have good days
And bad days
Busy days
And sweatpants days
But if you will be there for me
Through the rain
And the storms
And the mist
From sunset through ‘till dawn
I will be there through it all for you too
I can’t promise smiles the whole way
But I will promise you one thing for certain
If you will promise me the same
I promise you eternity

A black veil cloaked
My cobalt heart
My soul was scarlet
Before being torn apart
An iris clutched to my chest
Petals fell by my toes
When you chose the hyacinth
Over the golden rose
With shattered mirror shards
You severed the chain
Precious as a cat's eye
Melted by flames

I've been saving my words
for a long time now
but when you're alone for a while
the silence gets loud
and now I see
those demons in the dark you were talkin' 'bout
and now I see
why you were difficult to figure out

way back when I thought
it would help if I kept you company
chained inside your prison cell
the one you call your mind
I've traced your scars
back to the crevices
where you used to hide away
and those little worlds of minutes in between
where no one could ever find you

Sorry isn't an eraser
life is not a game
what I did was not a piece a paper
I could crumple up
and throw I away
I can't make it better
I can't take it back
tears can't wash off the damage
what have I done? with my pretty little act
I never meant to break all this
never meant to make this mess when
I almost spent your life
but I'd like to try again

Look back at the damage you've done
you seem to leave a mess behind wherever you go
was it worth the price you have to pay now
for breaking the ones you were supposed to love no
no amount of tears can take it back
no amount of time can mend the cracks
it's the same story that you've sworn
a hundred times by now you'd never live over again
but you always do anyway
but you always throw your chances away
and you live in the world of remember when
don't cry
the past is history
I know you didn't mean it
forget your misery
don't burn the book just 'cause
you didn't like the start
I know
someone broke your glass heart
a long time ago and now
you've weaponized the shards
you've got to learn it's okay
to fall apart

Right now you could turn around
and walk away
you could save yourself so much of that
You could save yourself the pain
and the anger
and the resentment
and the screaming
and the lonely cold nights
of regrets
and aching sadness
missing what you had
You could save yourself the happy days
before it falls apart
You could save yourself from an experience
that strengthens you even if it turns out for the worse
the days you finally smile again
after being so isolated for so long
You could save yourself the waking up grinning
and the nights that feel like they last a beautiful forever
and the lovely memories that haunt you
save yourself the fear of risking that brokenness
and all that possible pure joy
Or...

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She wakes up so early it's still starry out, so starlight's in her eyes and dew drops cling to her hair like blades of grass as the golden dawn traces her silhouette. She stays us so late the moon know her shadow. She is mysterious as mist on the forest floor to the point that not even she knows all her secrets. She has dark and deep crevices. She chatters like the rapid bursting of bubbles but her soul is silent. Nothing compares to her. She is a shimmering tapestry I'd like to unravel.

A Free Verse Poem from the point of view of one of my male characters in a story I'm writing describing this character. I created her and I fell in love with the character I'd created they way you fall in love with a best friend and your friendship. She is fiction and impossible but she is precious and she is mine. I figured I'd share her quiet beauty with you. Please comment.

Grandpa brought me a dolly
With golden curls on her head
Dolly’s eyes so blue
Her cheeks a rosy red
I left her on my shelf
But when I woke up at 1
She stood near my toy shelf
Near a plastic gun
Then I closed my eyes again
But I woke up at 2
And she was halfway to by bed
So I ignored her not knowing what else to do
Then she was at my dollhouse
When I woke up at 3
Her eyes were dark and demonic
Staring right at me
I swear I saw her blink
When I woke up at 4
And saw my dolly standing
Beside my closet door
When I woke up at five
She was at the foot of my bed
But I didn’t get to sleep again
Because I was dead.

Happy Halloween!!
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