I'm waiting for that person
who they claim will take all my fears away
wrapped in their embrace
what does the ground feel like I'll say
i wont remember those times
level with the dirt

but

i don't agree
these theories need to face reality
for not a soul should change themselves for me
think of thyself before the one they meet
surely little old me
would only leave a scratch on their pure skin
not a chill
portrayed by the famous
in those fictional movies

Not even rope
could tie us together
the touch of our skin
won't stick
wont stay together
everything I am
everything I can be
doesn't
connect
with
who you are

please vision
everything you can be
without
me

none of it was art
it was complicated
it deserved to be like the crinkled sheets of paper on the ground
it was a waste

they found it
torn and shredded to tiny pieces
they would take hours to make it uncomplicated
and when they did
it would be a work of art
they knew

sometimes I feel
so deeply that
the simple glance my way
my eyes will tear you apart
and if you dare
speak to me
i'm afraid
nothing but hate will
swirl around you
push you to your knees
bury you beneath

none of that happens
why
i am to weak
the pain deep inside me
never will you see

sitting in the trees
hidden from the world
she felt a calm essence that even the strongest winds
mightiest hurricane
couldn't dare break
when
the calm was ripped from her hands
gentle thoughts
lost
she saw him
and she knew

he was the reason
and how
this mysterious boy
shades the darkest of black
covering his emerald eyes
could
push her down
amongst the leaves on the ground
now she waited for him to walk across her

they always do

Anxiety ridden
everything
the ground
the exterior
shakes
and I'm standing alone

extending my arms
grasping for something
if only to keep me from falling
all my fingers find
is the chill of the air
sweeping the wind

and that I know
is the feeling of solitude
a great reminder
I have to do this on my own