Love, basic as it is, let's start my free writing  journey with that. I find love as passionate and intimate. We think of it as this moral and necessity that we MUST have in life. But is it really needed to feel something? Is it like e-cigarettes where I need it in my life every day?
I find that love and being love is sometimes overrated but worth it when you find the right person and cant stop smiling when you see them, but I guess that  makes me bipolar then. I find love as a word containing the same power as someone using the N-word, you tell someone you love them and it's as if it brings back bad memories that can never leave your mind. I'm remembering her, I smiled every time I looked at her face, I'd literally do anything for her, wrote her a heartfelt message for her special day, but somehow I get cut off  like if I'm hanging from a cliff and you pushed my hand off the ledge. We look at this as ****** up and not worth your time, but there's always a reason for everything no matter how stupid or understandable it may be, love hurts This wretched word, feeling, emotion makes you want to spin through the whole world getting a rose from each country for this person, or it makes you want to dive sixteen feet underground into a casket to never see the light of day ever again since this person can't accept what you are offering. The other thing about love I hate is when people don't put away their ego's for you. Do you really have to be that stuck up and audacious when you know there's some type of spark? I move on trying to reconsider love and what it has to offer, but now what else in this perilous   affair will come my way? Love makes me feel sick to the brain, at times I can't get this person out my head. but other times I'm just silent and dying on the inside with no one to talk to because everyone has their own problems and lives to care about. So everyone facing issues in love, just know that being bipolar and keeping your ego is no the way to go. They say you must change to get someone but what's the point of individuality then? Love is not for everyone, but there is somehow someone for everyone in this small, audacious, egotistical world. Just know I luv you ~Aero

Her name was Ashana

A gorgeous name and an even more gorgeous person

We started off as best friends,

Like when the sand meets the tide, our ties would never end.

I loved her to the moon go back

But now my hearts fading into a jet black.

She was perfect, made me feel things I never felt for anyone

But letting out emotions became my downfall.

I'd show her the world, as Aladdin did Jasmine

Nothing bothered me once she was talking with me.

But I didn't know letting out feelings would be my downfall

Money wasn't a care, my well being wasn't too as long as she was okay.

Letting out my feelings for her, perfection

The one downfall, My imperfection.

I'm fading, feeling anxious as if I will perish any day now

Life inst the same, she made me feel certain ways that I'd never feel again.

I miss you but you don't miss me.

My final wish?

For our roots as best friends to grow, as would a mighty pine tree.

You, are my burden.
You depress me, not caress me.
I  oh so bad want a change,
But to you, it’s out of your range.
Call me a prodigy, I think I’m crazy
Just when did everything get so hazy?
Although I never show it,
Hey call me a depressed poet.
If happiness is a virtue, then I’m still searching
Depression and anger, I see it merging.
Call me nonchalant but none of this fazes me
We spend too much time caring for others and not ourselves,
But when is it our time to climb that tree of eternity?
Dark rose finally meets the light,
Shoutout every single demise,
Soon I will one day rise.


~Save my Soul, Aero.

Her part 6.

The right to my left twix.

Part 6; 6 months on the 6th day a princess was born.

Without her in my life,  all I'd do is mourn.

Perfection. I'm blinded by her deception.

Her part 6.

Beauty from the hips to the lips.

What else makes her perfect?

It's really a mystery.

Indescribable feelings I cannot express.

Her in person?

MY ray of sunshine

I could drop dead but her presence will revive me.

Her part 6,

I thank god for throwing me into the best mix

A big reason my life is paradise.

For her, it's worth the sacrifice.

Her pt.5

The queen to my beehive.

Everlasting beauty,

Alongside a gorgeous smile

That would make me run a mile.

Each night I look at my perfection,

Going to rest with the her as my last vision.

Waking up to stay by her side? There is no decision.

I love her with all my heart.

Just a day without her seriously tears me apart.

Wrapping my arms around her

To tell her she's my whole world

That's my perfection,

An everlasting bliss

Even though.

She doesn't know

The half of it.

Her part 4.

So gorgeous I dropped to the floor.

Je t'aime, mi amor.

It's really hard to believe

I was blessed with an angel.

No matter what,  I'm staying faithful.

She could never be trash. Always treasure.

For me and me only though.

Agh. Such perfection

Please let me keep it 'till times of retrospection.

I out of all people don't deserve her.

Call me a dark rose shrouded by Douglas firs.

Even with all those odds, I still want to be victor.

My queen, my princess. My world. My life.

I want this win even when I'm in the afterlife.

Her pt.4. I'm right on the other end of the door.

Even though she doesn't know the half of it..

Tired of this? you want me to hush.

An everlasting dream? Either way I blush

What else is there to say but she's perfection?

I love her to death and that is no joke.

She's all I need in any angle of reflection.

Call her imperfect.

Seriously, try it.

I will give you ten-thousand and one reasons why she's fantastic.

Thinking of her makes me feel like I won the lotto.

I don't need the money, or the glory though.

As long as she is the grand prize,

Then and ONLY then

I will consider my life to be

Complete.

Late night serenity

What else makes me this way but her?

Adding fuel to my fire

This is an emergency,

Dire.

Serenity is her

The girl who makes my world bright

Not afraid, even to see the light.

I am filled with might.

Late night serenity,

When she speaks I hear a melody

Lost without her

I lose my identity

But then I found her,

Serene.

A sacred entity.

Writing late nights

My escape. A takeaway

Hiding under a porcelain mask

Piece by piece it falls apart

Need a repair so I can repel the snakes.

Visions of an idyllic lake

Alone and away from the fakes

Depression should never be an obsession

But it takes you over like a storm

But it's okay,

Look that storm in the eye and say

I will run away and transform

Away from this minuscule norm.

My latest thought is that life is Cliché

Missing her for days

Is when MY life becomes Cliché.

The first thought on my mind is her,

The last vision I see is her.

Not a moment where my mind isn’t on her

Dreaming up how happy she makes me

Even though she doesn’t know the half of it.

She’s my ‘imperfect’ perfection

My cure and infection,

There will never be an objection.

Her.
Having  her in mind is the best feeling
Melting my heart day by day
How can someone so amazing exist?
Genuine beauty,
That’s all her.
Not enough words in the dictionary to describe her
I don’t know how things came to part
But I’m overly grateful it did.
She may think she’s imperfect,
With flaws and errors
But to me,
Nothing can ever deter me from saying
She’s perfect.