Dear Shakespeare,
Can you write me a happy ending, please?
I’m tired of broken promises and never fairytale endings. I’ve never seen endings quite like fairytale endings. With happy families wishing nothing more than to be together.
My family never comes together much these days unless it’s for a funeral.
We cover up problems with dark sunglasses because dad loves to shout really loud. Loud enough to make mom fall down the stairs and baby to slip in the bathtub. Loud enough to knock the lamps to the ground and the doors of their hinges.
I’m sick of lying. We don’t come around because we’re too busy anyway. In reality, we’re struggling because mom doesn’t have a job and dad spends all his money on liquor every day. We’re too busy living off bread and butter to worry about anything other than liquor these days and how much dad has drunken today.
He drinks a lot. Enough to make my name turn to everything but. Enough to turn my body into a moving target and that ******* belt into his crossbow. My body has felt too much like a target to treat it as anything other than that.
Mom says we’ll leave soon.
I’m tired of broken promises and never fairytale endings.
Dear Shakespeare,
Can you write me a happy ending, please?
I deserve a happy ending. Please.
Yours Truly, D <3

Sometimes love is rough. Rough like sandpaper rubbing away the last remnants of her smiles.
Sometimes love is long. Sometimes you have to wait for love because sometimes love gets lost. Lost in between the islands your hearts call home.
You might see love. Love might have curly brown hair that she tucks behind her ears. Love might be shy Love might hate the way her glasses are too big for her face but you tell her she looks gorgeous in them. That makes love smile. Love hates her smile.
Sometimes love is late. She most likely won’t come when you want her to but she’ll come when you need her.
Sometimes love is messy. Sometimes love is indecisive. Sometimes she says she doesn’t care even when she does. Sometimes love apologizes a lot. I know you get so and but sometimes love is scared. Scared because she doesn’t want you to leave her. Scared because every other person she’s ever let in has left her. And love is tired of feeling like a burden because sometimes love feel like a burden.
Sometimes love is a lot of things at once. Sometimes I just want to be seen.

I have a dilemna
You see there’s this girl and
She’s so gorgeous
She’s so beautiful.
I love the way the light bounces
Off of her eyes
I love the wrinkles around her eyes
When she smiles.
I love her dimples.
She has two of them you know.
I love how I get butterflies when
I think about how she says name.
I get butterflies when I think about
how she likes to mess with my hair.
I get butterflies when she calls my name.
I get butterflies when I see her walk down the hallway.
I can’t stand to see her unhappy.
When she’s crying in the bathroom,
I want to tell her so bad that she’s beautiful
And I’ve spent so much time trying
To recreate the color of her eyes
When she smiles in the sun.
When she’s contemplating life,
I want to tell her,
the wrinkles around her eyes
when she smiles are far too precious
to live without.
I want to tell her I have tried a thousand times
To draw her coffee brown curls
That embody her soul.
She is just so beautiful.
I want to tell her,
No matter the mood, I will always love the way
Her eyes were always passionate when they turned upon
The things she adored most.
I want us to have a future together.
But she’ll think I’m weird
Because you’re not supposed to look
at your friends that way.
I guess I could consider myself lucky
To have someone as beautiful as her in my life,
That is if he loved me.

I’m picking myself this time.
Only because I’ve got a shortage
in this heart of mine
And somedays it feels like its beating
for other people.
When it should be working for this smile
that I’ve been faking for so long.
You’ll hate my decisions but
I’m sorry I’ve chosen my happiness
Over you.
Some days I’m still trying to find
Myself while being lost.
Some nights I’m still clinging to lost
Parts of you.
Daylight comes short when all I do is sleep.
This is another letter you won’t be getting.
Your secrets won’t leave my lips
Because you’re a memory
I’ll soon forget.
I used to write to remember
but lately I’ve been writing to forget… you

Your lips tasted
like the stars
i never got to see
because of the cities
bright lights.
And once our lips connected,
Meteors fell down to earth,
And the ground beneath us started crumbling.
For it was the end of the beginning,
And I couldn't have been more un-afraid.

When my mother asks how the world's treating me,
I reply ‘good’,
even if it’s not the truth.
It is as if the words are branded
at the back of my throat
and as much as I want them to go away,
they have become a part of me.
Forcing me to lie.
Of course,
I’ve never been good at lying
but certainly the only way to lie well, is to do it often.