Not just ink against paper nor type writers work...


It's a glimpse into anyone's future,
A lesson of most...

Ones weakest moments, with amazing strengths...

Heartaches turned to beauty, beauty turned in to enchanted windows.

Gazing through eyes of brown ...
I see.

I see... poetry all around.

I thought I knew you.
I thought I knew what you liked,
What you knew,
What you were.
I thought that you knew your limits.

But now I wonder
If you were ever that person at all,
If it really was you,
Talking with me,
Laughing with me,
Making me feel safe.

But was I ever safe?

I try to think about how
I myself have changed,
And I can't even figure out why.

Everything is abstract.
Can change in a second.
Doesn't need to follow a pattern at all.

Knowing that I may never know the true you
Ever again
Scares me more than life itself.

I am that girl,
That girl who is afraid.
I am that girl,
Who is afraid of girls,
Girls like me.

You can see through me like a plastic water bottle. Looks a little blurry at first when full, but yet settle on the stomach when not stumbling around. The smell is like oceans water in the summers sun. As tired as the dead leafs in winters less colorful. When drowned by my hand, everything is gone. When swallowing is my best defense, it takes on a different pain of loss in friends. Closing of my eyes...I drift off in which I won't be returning. They say it takes time, addiction isn't the way.

An addiction I ask...pain is my addiction.
It never goes away, its always thriving through me. So is addiction of my thirst what's kills me or is it the pain of loving without worrying about tomorrow?