Isn't it strange that words can capture your heart
Make you feel like your insides are melting?
You feel like your cheeks are burning, your eyes are tearing up.
You think you found someone who will love you forever, and that you will never have to rely on another person again in your life.
Then just one person,
One conversation,
One lie...
You find out everything he has been saying is a complete lie.
You start wondering how they reacted to everything you told them when they acted like they cared.
Did he laugh at my problems?
Did he wish I would stop telling him what was wrong because he never cared?
Because all he ever wanted was someone to replace the girl he truly loved while she was away.

An ending to this part of your life.
That is all it could ever be.
He left your life? That's okay.
You will learn to love yourself
Love the person you have turned into
We often forget that we are changing every day, every minute.
But go look at yourself in the mirror right now... no stop looking at yourself
Look at whats on the inside.
You're wiser,
more understanding,
stronger,
Beautiful.
So never regret something you've done,
never feel ashamed of who you really are
Embrace every little feature in you, and never let anyone bring you down.

It's time to change

today has made me realise that change needs to happen in order to fulfil dreams and desires.

change needs to happen to avoid dullness

My love, forgive me for my lack of time management.
Forgive me for my *****-ups, I only want to fix them.

In time things will get better

change however, starts now.

Having a night alone is exciting,
Emptying the wine rack myself,
Lying under the bath water,
Predicting my future in breaths.

My head is at ease,
Everything is finally alright.

She says,
With fresh coat of plum ,
Across her large lips,
That she's finally finished,
Giving up her pride for the sake,
Of a 3-minute fling.

She says that the only time,
She feels truly complete,
Is when he's inside her.

She says she can't be comfortable,
In her own skin,
With anyone but him.

But she can't see that,
He's destroying her,
From the inside out.

She can't see that each time,
She opens her beautiful green eyes,
I can't see her anymore,
But only her sadness.

I think to myself,
Maybe if I teach her braille,
Then maybe she can finally,
Read what the scars on her wrists really say.

It doesn't bother me that,
my parents are abusive.

It doesn't bother me that,
my poetry goes unnoticed.

It doesn't bother me that,
my friends think I'm psychotic.

It doesn't bother me that,
I'm the worst of both batches,
maternal and paternal.

It doesn't bother me that,
I have nothing left.

But the trees and the sky,
keep me alive long enough,
to get a perspective.

The pines whisper that in a few months,
I'll be released from their tyrant grasp.

The birds murmur that my poems,
are the best ******* words they can't understand.

And even the clouds,
grab me by my shoulders,
and thunder in my face,
that I have so much left to learn.

My eyes painted the trees,
In evergreen strokes,
And the twigs started to grow,
As we drove by.

I knew it was impossible,
For any plant at this time of year,
To possibly bloom flowers,
But it was beautiful,
So I let it be.

We drove over a hill,
And onto a long flat rural road,
Canopied by branches and pine needles,
And I felt myself getting smaller.

The face in the mirror,
Is what scared me most of all,
For where my face should be,
Was the remnants of an addict.

Purple blotches scarred my cheeks,
And my nose was a shaded horizon,
But the mystery of who this person was,
Is what left the scars inside my head.

I will love your eyes.
Brown,
Deep,
Handsome.
I think I got lost somewhere between them when you spoke my name in intervals between breaths that night.

Your mouth spoke poetry to me.
In poetry that I have not yet learned to read out loud.
The words are hard to explain, and I cannot explain the metaphors
But it's beautiful
Simply **Beautiful

Remember when all you cared about was which powerpuff girl is the best?
When your whole class was your friend and you were happy to share everything with the people sitting in your table?
What happened since then?
We've all become self obsessed,
Greedy,
Needy,
Demanding.
Parents might call it childish but they're wrong.
There's nothing childish about staying up until 4 in the morning trying to work out your problems with a boy you thought you would spend your whole life with.
Nothing childish about intentionally letting yourself bleed away your inner pain.
Nothing childish about feeling empty and alone because everyone seems to dislike the way you act.
Sometimes being childish is all we need to escape the true struggles of life.