Her fingers carefully caressed the covers of potential readings, as if doing so they will emit something to tell her she is making the right choice. In her mind there is no wrong choice, for whatever piece of literature she chooses, she will take some piece of knowledge or understanding from it. She comes across one book that really stands out to her. It’s corners are crippled, it’s pages torn, and it’s cover mangled. She brushed off the dust using her index finger, to realize there is no title, no authors  name, and no publishers stamp to be found anywhere. Intrigued, she opened it.
“Burn this book.”
She did not burn the book, and would live to regret not taking this valuable piece of advice for a very long time..

Write the name of the man you love in the sand
Now watch it wash away
It is better to spend a few nights alone
Than to spend time with people who don’t care about your dreams
I would watch his name wash away an infinite amount of times before I ever stopped writing it

You took my innocence and I took your name
not literally, but I made myself forget it.
I forced your face and your name out of my mind, like it was never there to begin with.
I got rid of the phone you texted me on.
I burned the clothes you so eagerly took off my body.
If I can forget your name then I can forget that it ever happened right?
You didn't stop me in the street to admire my beauty, something that at 16 I didn't realize was the wrong way to approach a woman.
You didn't invite me to your house and violate every inch of who and what I am, something that I avoided recognizing once that seed of doubt was planted in my mind.
Officer said he is a nice guy, i'll take his word for it and forget this ever happened.
You didn't happen and it never happened.
If you are too drunk to say no than you asked for it to happen.
If you accepted male attention than you asked for it to happen.
Lets just be quiet and forget this ever happened.

I couldn't possibly scream loud enough for somebody to finally hear me

I couldn't cut my skin deep enough to convince myself i am still capable of feeling

I can't wake up tomorrow without hurting someone i love

I can't not wake up tomorrow without hurting someone i love

There is never enough rain falling down to drown me

Never enough miles beneath my feet to take me away

No away has ever let me escapee my own mind

There's never enough words

There's never the right words.

It's funny how someone who once mattered can turn into nothing

"you can trust me"  
Little did I know it was a lie for your own sick sinful need

You are invisible, despicable, and everything you have made me feel is unforgivable

People like you put peoples guards up, you make the world a much harder place.