No man has ever loved me

I’ve only been loved by women

But I’ve never had a mans touch

Someone who wraps their broad shoulders around my fragile body

Someone to tell me that “I’m his favourite girl” in a deep voice

Someone to over-protect me and be afraid of other men

The men in my life don’t love me

The man I’m suppose to grow up with, left me at birth

The man who replaced him, wishes that I wasn’t his step-daughter

The man in charge of my mother, was too busy supporting me to ever show that he loved me

The boys that I liked throughout middle school, never liked me back

So when I say that no man has ever loved me

Understand that I’m afraid of your touch but I crave it

I’ve never had a man wrap his arms around me or call me his

You’re the first man to tell me I’m beautiful

You’re the first man to not always have to fake smiles with me

You’re the first man that I loved who has loved me back

Men are completely new to me

And it’s frightening to be loved by one

You're the first man to hold my hand lovingly

And it made me anxious the first time you did it

Because I expect so little from men that you’re the one setting all the expectations

Every other man after you, is going to have to live up to the path you’re setting

So thank you for setting it up in a way where I am respected and adored

But I have to say that I’m sorry because I am for waiting for the day you leave me

It’s as if theres a countdown in my head but I don’t know the end

You’re a ticking time bomb to me and it’s only because you’re a man

No other man has ever treated me right so I didn't expect you to either

And it scares me that you do

Something must be wrong with you if you’re willing to love me

No man has ever loved me so why do you?

you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.

I watch the blood flow
But it's not nearly enough
I feel the walls closing in
I need something more
I'm hyperventilating
Gasping for air
If I can just remember to
breathe                                                         ­                     
breathe                          
breathe
Clutching my chest
Heart beats erratic
There has to be something more
More than
Sadness                                    
Pain
Disappointment
The walls are crushing me
And my resolve is crumbling
I don't know how much longer I'll last

Don't let your reality crumble
while you have your head in the clouds.