It's strange to me that I'm not like this at all.

I'm not an open person, and I always have up a wall.

Not the type of girl to sit up at 2:45am hoping that you call.

But here I am... doing just that...maybe I am after all.

You picked me like a flower you felt you owned.

You enjoyed my beauty, and all the happiness I showed.

The thing is, you fell in love my flowers and not my roots.

And once again I'm the one left to replant my seeds.

I pretend that I'm alright, and that you aren't missed.

But I have a habit of fast forwarding and rewinding our last kiss.

Never knew forever would end so quickly.

And I'd be trying to replace you so swiftly.

Calm
Optimistic
Radiant
...Tempting

"You aren't passionate about anything, but once you are you'll know how to love me" He said.

How could he not see that he was my passion and that every time I looked him in the eyes my soul painted a mural of our moments.

My mind is able to signal my body to do anything I want it to.

I can move my feet, wiggle my toes and touch my nose.

I can hear sounds, remember lyrics and recognize tones.

...I wish my heart was more like my mind. I tell it to stop loving you, but it never listens.

How will I explain to Cleopatra and Helen that I've let them down.

How will I tell them that I fell for empty promises and compromised my crown.

They told me Kingdoms crumble for queens.

But they never told me I'd lose my king.