Alone again,
Paper and pen,
Writing a sad rhyme,

Need a friend,
My heart to mend,
Lost, and killing time,

Make my stand,
Grab your hand,
Holding on so tight,

Do what I can,
To be a man,
But day, falls to night,

So alone I sit,
Writing my fit,
Wondering if you feel the same.

it's the things like this that strike me the most,
a simple conversation between two humans,
yet so powerful.
person 1:  why are you so mean?
person 2:  because the best way to not get your heart broken, is to pretend you don't even have one

now, as i realize this is just a dumb tumblr picture,
i laugh a bit,
but then stop as i realize this may describe me.
quite well actually.

you've proven to be there for me,
even when i am a mess of tears and guilt in the middle of the night.
just simply a sorry from you, can help me feel better.
but because of past experiences,
i am scared to let you see inside of me.
it was easy when i called you bestie and loved you like a brother,
but now, i feel a strong love for you.
the kind where i smile for no reason but the fact that i can call you mine,
and the kind that when i catch you staring, i blush like crazy.
the kind of love where every love song can put your face in my head,
and where kisses you place gently on my forehead make my heart swell.  

i realize that if i want this kind of love,
i have to open myself,
i have to be my semi-******, clumsy, imaginative self around you.
i have to share my feelings, and let you love me.
but if i let you see me, and let you love me,
i have to also give you the ability to destroy me.
and that is what scares the hell out of me.
knowing that at any moment, you could make me cry
you could tell my secrets to the world,
you could break my heart.
break me entirely.

he came home one night
soaked with blood,
tears dripping from his eyes,
catching up his breath.

he looked right into my eyes
and I saw the fear
that has long kept him
in imprisonment

he took the blame
and the penalty
is death.

Are you where you ought to be?

Because to me, its plain to see.

You're shorter than the stick you walk with.

dictionary:
the daughter of a young monarch : not quite
a close female relative of monarch, especially a son's daughter : nope
the wife or widow of a prince : not even close
the female ruler of a small state : still a no
a spoiled or arrogant young woman : oh... maybe this is more what you were referring to.
in order to call me a princess,
you must stop acting like a dictator
ordering me around,
and demanding respect.
i hate to break it to you,
but i have no contract saying that i must respect you.
i will respect you, and stop my "princessness"
when you respect me, and act like an adult.
thanks...