Theres something about the way the snow falls from the winter sky
Some days it will fall down peacefully, softly
And gently kiss the ground
Some days it falls down fast and hard
As if the sky was shooting bullets down to the ground
Dangerous, bold
Snow is this beautiful and unpredictable thing
Its powerful and bold and strong
Its gentle and peaceful and soft
Its magnificent, yet dangerous
Its similar to the way that you loved me
Some days it would be beautiful
You would gently caress my face turning it this way and that
Taking in everything that you claim to love
Your fingers would ever so lightly find their place between mine
Your eyes would softly look at me
soaking up every single part of me
The way I laugh
The way I smile
As if I was a novel that you would always read
Captivating
You would place feathery kisses upon my cheeks upon my lips
Your kisses were intoxicating and addicting
They where a cigarette that I always wanted to smoke
They were a bottle of ***** that I would always want to get drunk off of
Addicting and dangerous
Softly killing me
Little did I know, this softness would end
Soon your hands started to become weapons
Littering me with the colors of blue and black and purple
I learned that foundation came in 14 different colors
Pain was no longer a feeling to me but a lifestyle
You were this beautiful and tempting thing and I became addicted
But all addictions end up crashing and burning in the end
The way you loved me was similar to the way the snow would fall from the winter sky
It started off beautiful and gentle but it soon became deadly

-b.c.

While everyone else was merely a star
She was the sun. Radiate, beautiful.
While everyone else was just a gust of wind
She was a tornado. Bold and brave.
While everyone else was just a simple letter
She was a novel. Mysterious, alluring.
While everyone else was a tiny snowflake.
She was a vast land of snow. Pure and breathtaking
She was the kind of beautiful that made you stop and stare
She was fascinating, a blinding vision of wonder and awe
-b.c.

When I first met him, I warned him,
"I'm kind of a depressed mess. So if I don't accept your love right away, I'm sorry because right now I'm trying to figure out how to love myself before I can figure out how to love anyone else."
He looked at me, big brown eyes and all, and said, "Maybe I can help you."
In that moment, something inside of me changed
Ever since that day we started talking and talking and talking
The days I knew him turned in to weeks and the weeks then turned into months and soon years
But somewhere along this mess of love and trust,
It turned into tragedy and betrayal.
Basically what I'm saying is this ******* cheated on me. It's funny because all this time
I thought he was going to be the one to throw floaties at me while I was slowly sinking into this sea of sadness, It turns out he was the one tying anchors to my wrists causing me to sink more while slowly whispering to me empty promises.
Instead of preventing my scars he was the one causing them.
Instead of keeping me warm he's the one taking away my blanket
It ***** because all of the soft touches we shared and all of the secretive whispers we would tell each other within the late hours, he would share with someone else.
He would softly touch someone else
Love someone else.
All this time I saw him as sweet and caring
I found out it was just a facade he would put up around me.
On the outside he was beautiful on the inside he was rotting.
He was fake.  It was all fake.  
Now here I am crying with my head between my knees because I wanted so badly for him to be the one.
I want so badly for him to be the one, but he's not.
He never will be.
Maybe I'm the reason he decided to share our love with another or maybe I never had his love in the first place

-b.c.

Day 1;
I saw this boy standing in a dark corner
with a beer bottle in his hands
and a cigarette hanging loosely between his lips
his dull green eyes effortlessly searched the room
looking at all the sweaty bodies swaying next to each other
he was truly beautiful

Day 5;
I saw the boy again
with that same beer bottle in his hands
drinking and drinking the bittersweet poison
we locked eyes for the first time
and I could see all the pain
he kept bottled up
he was truly beautiful

Day 10;
I talked to that boy for the first time
he loosely held that beer bottle
as he told me stories
and for the first time ever
his eyes looked lively as he stared into my curious ones
he was truly beautiful

Day 40;*
today I saw that boy shed a tear
he whispered to me
about how everyone ruthlessly judged him
because he would always drink that bittersweet poison
my heart broke as I comforted him
even with red eyes and a tear-stained face
he was truly beautiful

Day 50;
I fell in love with that drunken boy
and I nervously shook
as I grabbed his hands
and looked him in the eyes
I softly said to him
the passionate love that I felt for him
he bitterly laughed
as he whispered,
"Me? Nobody can love me.
I'm just a drunken boy."
and I shook my head
and said to him,
"That's where you're wrong
I fell in love with you
and I don't plan on changing my mind.
You see, everyone only notices
how much you drink,
nobody can see your thirst.
I notice your thirst.
I notice your thirst for love and compassion.
I notice your thirst for how you want someone to care
and maybe, just maybe, I am the one drink that can quench your true thirst."


-b.c.