She does not smile or frown,
she just sits there.
I wonder what she would say if
I really love her.
There is a fear inside me to
not even bring it up the same way
I used to.
What if she sees this?

What if

The fear shakes my stubborn heart.
I wish things did not change,
but everything grows new right?

right?

Tell me I will be okay,
please time is not always on our side.
She gives me hope
and replaces my worries with laughs.
So who am I talking?
She is the one that tells me to
stop and continue living on.
This poem is dedicated to her
from my heart to the world to see.

I learn more about the importance of guarding my heart every time I open it. I am far too naive and hopeful, I love too easily and I am too quick to believe things people say to me. I see the best in people and even though I allow myself to see people’s true colors, I become blind to how dark the shades get. I am the grand optimist, because I lay on the dirt in the dark where people leave me and all I can look at is the stars. I am tired of being used to fill a void, because I am whole. I am a full moon, and every man I encounter is my phase; slowly, piece by piece I disappear, until I enclose entirely into the shadows. Today is another new moon.

Dependence on or trust in someone or something.

Trust
Someone
I give myself to everyone.
Whether you like it or not,
this is my nature.
I wonder what life would be like
if I was different from
the differences I already possess.
Everyone is different in someway,
we must accepts this.
If you don't,
life will trouble you some.
You wish neglect was not a word,
but sadly I just told you.
Do not make this world only about you,
make it about others.

I will always depend on people,
yeah it hurts me.
So I beg you to stay a week or two.
because my strength is at all time low now,
and I need you.
I need you

Give me a second to gather all my thoughts, please and thank you

The thought of life is scary is not?
All my fears and demons laugh mockingly tonight.
Does that ever happen to you?
I have this crazy thought of
when we die.
So throw me a penny or nickel,
maybe even a quarter if you are kind.
All my unwell wishes deserve to be tossed away.
I cannot bare to hold them in much longer
and we are all meant to be creatures of family.
This world scares me.
I should not be able to change the view of you in a poem
You are you, love yourself.
I love me, but I am afraid you won't love me back.
tosses a coin *

What did you wish for?