I still don't understand
I'm not what you wanted
I told you from the start
You shook your head
Your such a sweetheart
There eyes trail you like an invisible force
They want you
But
oh for some reason
all your love is for me

why should I give you everything
my hate
my love
my respect
you should know I won't ever forget
your lies
your mistakes
your hurt
if only you knew the emotional drain you've put me through

My greatest fear is not of those who are living
there words
there stares
there actions
there thoughts
will never scare me as much as you
i don't know how your voice sounds
i don't know how your hand feels in mine
I don't know what you think of me
and that's the scariest of them all
will you want me when we meet again

All** I have left (are)
(the ) words your voice gave

The tears come
But you don't return
My lungs waver
But you don't reassure me
My vision blurs and the world seems to fade
But your hands are not in mine
I chant
your not coming back
why can't (I ) move on

All I have left (are)
the words your voice gave

I told her to map her problems
because i would travel the world to fix them
It was true
I couldn't stand the pain she was facing

I found her on an Island
the silence was deafening
she was alone an frightened,

I found her in the city
the bright lights blurred everything
She was clutching her chest
she was all alone an frightened,

I found her on the shores
the sea was screaming for help
she was  shaking
she was clutching her chest
she was all alone an frightened,

I bundled her up. I held her tight. I told her to close her eyes.
Everything will be alright

So, I took her home.

Her jade irises were so limited
you watched them
memorized  the way they sparkled in the light
you knew back than you would have to catch them
before
they
disappear

but you let them disappear

it never occurred to you
that all
your dry remarks
were simply unjust
in the end you had it all wrong

She spoke in a tone that was jagged to the ears of the many that stood beside her.

A weak pen with little to no ink, that's all she is.

It would hit a knick and it would fail to glide seamlessly across the paper, but nonetheless it would endeavor the battle to write.

And she would do the same.

Her eyes scurried over the many faces watching her.

This was her time to speak.

She knew in a few minutes time the crowd would no longer acknowledge her, and there feet would grow tired, and there minds would be filled with the future.

And so she continued.

The paper was already waiting; all she needed to do was try.