Look in the mirror and halt your tears,
So young and full of life.
He will not be your only love,
Get rid of that pain and strife.

Open your eyes and look around,
Young girl you’ll soon find,
You’re surrounded by friends, and love and light,
How could you be so blind?

These are the people who will lift you up,
Applaud when the moment is right.
You’ve got all the love you’ll ever need,
Your future is only bright.

Are my dreams premonitions?
Or are they the bed time stories
I’ve created from fiction?
Maybe I’ve learned to fall asleep
to the comfort of the idea of you.

Truly and honestly,
My stories bring us closer,
Because in these tales
We’ve never hurt each other,
And forgiveness came easy
to the both of us.

Please let the pain end.
Have I not suffered enough
Under the power your touch once had on me?
Faded but still ruling like a king?
Scarred into my skin forever,
As my daily reminder?

I want to have faith in the world,
That what’s meant to be will be,
And one day my stories will be brought to life
In true motion picture format,
Tactile for us to touch,
But very unrealistic.

Don’t tell me I have to forgive you now.
My pride could never handle it.
To look into your eyes again,
And say the words you don’t ever deserve to hear.
Not from my lips to yours,
Not from my heart to your bones.

Rid me of these thoughts impure
Of *** and ****** and you,
And of all the sleepless nights we spent together
hand in hand like I had always hoped,
And like I continue to hope and dream
about.

How are you still on my mind?
Knowing full well that you don’t deserve
A place in my thoughts,
Not even a single second.
How does your memory remain so fresh?
I haven’t seen you around lately.

Do I want to talk to you?
Or the you I once knew?
Does it really matter though?
No matter the man I end up seeing,
Each and every time
I will always remember you the same.

Are my dreams premonitions?
Wishful thinking or a prophecy?
And whatever is about to happen
Will be both good and bad.
Just like the anger will carry over,
So will the love.

Tell me I’m right.
God tell me I’ve got it all right.
Let the world work in my favour for once,
Let the universe do what it was made to do,
And let fate create what was made to be.
Surely it cant end like this for us.

I’ll have to look in your eyes again,
as you will mine.
I will yell as loud as I deserve.
I will let my rage take over,
And I will get the satisfaction of
Rejecting you one last time,
With every word being a
Sweet release.

I’ve fallen in love with a girl today,
All over the place but put together.
She wears her clothing like no other,
A different girl every week.

These stories of her remain in my journal,
All battered and torn from pages worn,
Where her lipstick print stays bright and outlined,
I trace the lines I’ve written of her.

She’d smoke cigarettes on her roof in her free time,
And listen to her indie music in the car alone.
Not a soul to know where she was going,
Or where she found that music within her.

Although surprised, she fell in love,
With the same name she once hated,
All she could do was embrace the nature,
Of her new found joy.

Drinks, she had many,
Upon many gatherings and parties,
But at the end of the day,
She was still the dancer she always dreamed she would be.

She’d stream her memories on her blank wall,
With the projector she kept in the back of her closet,
And the film she’d keep in her heart forever,
Almost too long, actually.

But each day she’d print new ones,
With her minolta she held dearly,
By the beach taking the same photo,
But each with a different meaning.

She was the type to wander the stars at night,
Under a tree in her hammock,
Fiddling with her favourite ring,
The one that shined no matter the light.

These stories and dreams are in print forever,
Written in secret with words so clever.
One day I know I’ll look in the mirror,
And I’ll see that girl again.

Looking back with new
eyes I see the painful truth
I could not before