I can hear her pounding on my roof.
I can see her gloominess in the sky.
I can smell her sweet aroma throughout the wind.
I can taste her tears falling from your cheeks.

She beckoned me outside with her intoxicating song.
Her fluid movement like a ballerina in mid-flight.
Her sweet singing luring me in her luscious embrace.
I wish I could stay with her forever but the storm was almost over.

I love her jealous tempers that come in gusts.
I love her misty hair twirling in the ferocious wind.
I love her alluring aura that shines above all elements.
I love her impish laugh that is carried throughout the valley.

I am in love with the rain.

Why do I feel so alone?
Why is love so unattainable for someone like me?
Why can I not cry?
Why am I so desolate?

I am beginning to crumble.

I am gone.

I feel as if I am not writing these words.

I feel as if my hands are tied with strings
And my ghost is the puppeteer.

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Howling and beckoning
The wind brought me to
A young woman standing in the tempest.
Hair like boughs but disintegrates in seconds
Her dandelion soul just out of reach.
When I grasp her hand she fades out of view.

Goodbye dear friend...

Your presence is so loud
It irritates my skin.
Your breathing sends me seething
Only the thought of silence
Can make me whole again.
Silence,
Something so quiet,
No thoughts,
No voice,
No presence,
Just a sweet end.

You are too loud,
It's suffocating,
Crushing,
I can't breathe.
I must quiet my thoughts or they may hear me. Quiet your breathing,
Will you just leave me!

Finally static.
I prayed for silence,
I craved the silence,
And it came.
Being empty,
It is familiar,
It's unfeeling,
It is nothing.

There is a power in silence,
Words unsaid yet known,
Unspoken truths that bind us,
Grown.
And yet in your absence,
Amidst the silence,
I found my voice,
And it bloomed despite your violence.
A fragile flower,
Now,
A spirited defiance.

No more silence.

To whom it may concern,
You do not know me and I don’t know you.
You will probably have no effect on my life.
We will never meet by chance
Or fate.
That stuff is just pure imagination.

To whom it may concern,
I will never experience love at first sight.
I will never be saved from the tower.
No prince will sweep me off my feet and carry me away
To a castle and make me queen.
That stuff is just pure fairy tales.

To whom it may concern.
I will never look deep into your eyes and see a future.
I will never be dazzled by your smile and your laughter.
I will never be charmed by your good looks.
I will never be held in your warm embrace.
That stuff is just pure hopes.

To whom it may concern,
No one will be mine
And I will never be someones.
So let's just go our separate paths
And never think of each other again.
That stuff is just pure reality.

Two roads . . .
One side is light and the other
                                               is dark.

You, the reader, would naturally assume
That I chose the light path
Because the light exposes secrets and deception.
                                          
                                                But I am being guided by a fox . . .

He told me to go down the dark path
                                               And being me I was gullible and went with him.

I was given a single rose
For some special occasion
A day of hearts and jubilation
It does not say who it is from alas
But that means someone must love me
For who I am!

Thank you to my admirer
For loving me
And if I knew you I am
Sure you would say the same!

I have waited for you
White Rabbit.

I have waited for you
To run back into my arms
And tell me that I will be okay.

But how ironic it is to say
That you are late.

Hahahahaha
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                    ­              ha. . .

“Why am I in pain?
Why does my heartache?
Why are my feelings buried so deep?
Who put them there?
Why can I not open the chest to my love?

Why can I not feel love anymore?
Why does everyone hurt me?
Why will they not let me in their mind?
Who are my true friends?
Why does their ignorance swell in my eyes?

Why am I not loved?
Why am I not cared for?
Why do I care about what they say?
Who began this masquerade?
Why am I still playing it?”

“Why am I so alone?”

“ Because you are not like us.”

I was told that if I wished upon a star
It would come true...

I wish it hadn't...

I have lost everything
And everyone I loved.

On that cursed star, I lost my life
But I got what I wanted.

I miss what I had.

I will never wish upon that ****** star
Ever again...

I would smell your intoxicating aroma .
I could taste your venom poison my soul.
I used to love your devilish grin
And your stone cold eyes.
But your love is radioactive.

We were nuclear.
We were going to go off any day.
The question was when and how?
Our chemical reaction was doomed from the start
But your rancor stained my heart.

There is no me without you;
You made that truth.
Broke me, changed me,
Put poison in my roots.
Pruning, trimming,
Tightening the noose.
All of those alterations for a version of you.
I hate myself now, you win.
I hate my mind, my body, my skin.
All that makes me, me.
But did you truly hate me?
Or did you hate the pieces that reminded you of Him?
You became obsessed and tried burning my rot, but it wasn't just me on the family plot.
Your fire scorched all the ones we love,
All because I bear his blood.
Or was it my reflection you despised,
A mirror of your own eyes?
I can sympathize;
I hate most parts of myself,
But that does not dignify the years I have cried, All because you couldn't love yourself.
The cracks in our foundation are all that is left,
You can do a factory reset,
But I remember all the poison you have said.
I remember all of the lies, the pain, and the Deafening silence while the blade was on my Skin.
But you never saw,
The hurt I held close to my heart,
Or the blood I couldn't keep within.
So please be patient with me while I heal,
For the wounds you inflicted run deeper than You know,
But I am a survivor and I will emerge stronger Than before.

All you had to do was zoom in...
You would have seen that my smiling mask
         was cracking..
My bright eyes
          were dimming..
My very soul
          was fading..
Maybe you could have saved me.
Maybe you could have listened.
           To think...
  All you had to do was zoom in...