"This is nice?"
You stated nervously, as if it where a question you shouldn't be asking.

I nodded.
- Cringing at your lack of confidence

"Yeah it is, Thankyou."
- for teaching me how to be fake.

"I'm glad your having a nice time"
You said, fiddling with the zip on your jacket pocket.

I could not reply, I just smiled numbly.

You smiled too.
- numbly.

This was when I realised I was talking to myself.

Taking to someone who's thoughts, where so similar to my own.

Talking to someone who was always asking.

I had caught a glimpse of what it was like to be around me, and hated it.

- I hated me.

I hated my unsteady heart beat, my constant need for reassurance.

I hated that I craved acceptance and would do anything to receive it.

I hated that I was so scared of disappointing him, like you where scared of disappointing me.

- I hated the fact I was fragile

Your fingers slowly brushed against my palm, I guess you where asking if we could hold hands, but I moved away.

You where so shy and so sweet and so good, I knew that, but I also knew me.

*- I couldn't hold into something that I knew was going to break.

It's moments like these that I remember the way it was... The heavy burdens on a poets soul protected by a shield of light...

We were like trees...
Outside we were tough
Seen as just a bunch of kids
Fooling around, having fun
All without a care in the world
But inside,
Beetles tore through our veins
Eating away at our sanity and
Our minds.
We were all crumbling apart inside.
No longer were we innocent angels of heaven.
Now we were the tortured Nephilim,
Forsaken, clawed, vicious
For blood,
For secrets,
For each other's hearts.

Sealed in darkness
I reach for the last bit of light in front of me
I cannot grasp it
It's going
Going
Gone
And so am I

Today I told someone that I have dignity and self worth...I lied

I smell like roses
taste like chocolate
because a fragrance can be a cure
joy and sorrow are equal transactions
in situations of silence
two eyes are stars
like stories are illusions
with blisters on your soul

k.g.

There's an invisible world that I can hear.
There's an invisible world that I can see.
There's an invisible world that I can feel.

There's an invisible world.
It's my invisible world.