We are the monsters from the fairy tales; we’re supposed to be the bad guys. The ones that hide in your closet and sneak under your bed. We were the monsters you imagined when you were six. Ten years later and you got smarter. You figured out there were no such thing as monsters. And in a physical sense, you’re right. We just took a different shape. One you can’t conjure. We are just voices without bodies. We are the monsters that tell you that you’re worthless or ugly. We’re the reason you never go out. We’re in your head. Some of us are louder than others. But I’ll let you in on a little secret. We’re only as loud as you allow us to be.

Winter is the season of love
For the romantics.
Spring is the season of love
For the refreshers.
Summer is the season of love
For the adventurers.
Fall is the season of love
For you and I.

You’re the best thing in my life and you can’t even remember me.
You’ve forgotten the way we used to be, yet I still go through the routine
Everyday.

I stared at it right in the face.
I’ve heard it go by many names.
Night, reaper, death.
I’ve seen it in many forms.
But I never thought I would see it in your eyes
The night you said goodbye.

I didn’t know death had a face
Until I felt the knife
Dig deeper into my back.
I didn’t know pain was death’s best friend
Until I felt my heart
Drop, drop, drop.

When I read stories of people in love,
I always tried to play it out.
But when I met my lead,
All I wanted was to get out.

Even though you are not mine to hold, I still place you in my heart. Even though my time with you has come and gone, I would add more hours into the day if that meant I could talk to your soul once more. Even though I know I should move past the past, never forget when I loved you and how I still do. Even though life will pull us in different directions, I hope to keep you in mine. And even though you don’t love me as you once did, I am honored to have seen the stripped down parts of you that I did.