Her heart is scarred with tears
Pockmarked upon itself
She tries to hide this from the world
    With a book of paper as her shield    

She wields her sword of ink
Trying to be a warrior of light
She attempts words of love
While taking in ragged breaths
This though she cannot do
       So words of love turn to death      

True loves kiss for her is just a dream
One that only plays out in fantasy
She feels to broken, scarred and lost
To again have a love so true
She knows what is true loves cost
She does not know if she is ready to again pay that due

She and he were inseparable
But not the always together type
It was on a much deeper level
Their hearts were in sync
But the thought of him leaving
Made her cry until she sank
The day finally came
When he left on the plane
She grew tired of trying
And so sick of crying
The hope became lost
And a last their love was doomed

Nov 28 2015
i reached a breaking point
nothing anyone said mattered
cold and sharp
it was pressed against me wrist
slash
remove
repeat
blood spilling out of these cuts
over an over
the physical pain was too painful
but it made the unbearable internal pain
bearable
but only for a short time

I cannot get you
out of my mind.
You course through my veins
and I slice them to bleed you out, yet,
I can never cut deep enough
to rid my cells of you.
What you did to me
stains my brain,
clouds my thoughts,
incorporates flashbacks
into my everyday life.
Get over it, get over it,
they scream,
but they cannot begin
to understand.
You are a disease
with no cure,
and you infected every god forsaken inch
of my body.