A year ago my life was complete hell.
Now look at me.
I'm on fire.

I still think of you.
In those quiet moments.
When a sad song plays.
When a love song plays...
I read a poem or a quote,
and I feel their heartbreak with the image of you in my mind.
I think of the old days and feel your arms around me,
hear your voice whispering in my ear.
I want you back in my life.
Sitting by my side.
Listening to my drawn out rants.
I miss you.
You helped me see who I am.
You made me glow.
I'll never feel that way again...
The way you made me feel.
Though, I don't know if I ever should.
You set my world on fire in the most amazing way.
Then you left me to burn out.
I had to rebuild myself from the ashes.
I lost myself when I lost you.
I try to forget you.
Forget the beauty of the flame.
But you left me covered in scars from the burns and I can't seem to make them fade away.
I can't seem to make you fade away.
The feel of the fire was too addicting.
And you're too dangerous for me to have.

It's four in the morning and my mind is overwhelming. I'm three months sober again and fighting like hell everyday to continue to be the person I have become and the person I want to be. Now here I lay wondering why it is that I always want to cave the most when everyone else is asleep and I have to fight off the urge on my own.

I've got a theory that non of us understand who we are

I have this feeling
It lives in my every thought
Embodies my every moment
I feel it stronger than anything I ever have before
I'm more sure of this than I have any other time one of these feelings have occurred
Feelings of what will come to be
I feel it knotted in the pit of my stomach
I feel it with an ache in my heart
Desperately waiting for the moment to occur
I know it will happen
I feel it
I've waited one year now
And I'll keep waiting
I have never been wrong before
No matter how much I hoped to be
I have to be right
I couldn't bear it otherwise

For the moments where you can not stop yourself from doing something no matter how much pain it brings you.

All she knew was that nothing in the world could be more perfect than this moment. With the sea spread out infront of her lightly crashing to the shore, the sun tanning the bridge of her nose, and the wind softly blowing through her thick hair. Nothing could make this moment better; except of course one thing. Though she knew better than to think of such devastations. The pain and sorrow was far too much. She always dreamed of coming here with him. However, that was before he left and everything changed.