That girl
an abstract beauty
with a dictionary of words unable to define her

She is perfectly imperfect
with a broken heart
that few will ever see

The way she spoke and moved
had boys chasing her like a setting sun
that was just too far away

She creates art with everything she does
and yet she remains unaware of the art
that is her own body, mind and soul

That abstractly beautiful girl

Loving you
My dear
How I loved you
Deeply and Vastly
And yet
Our love
Was the most exquisite
Form of
Self destruction
For now I lie here
Broken
Empty
And hurting
Wishing that I
Didn't fall in love
With you

I wan't to be close to you
Feel connected to you
Emotionally and physically
No layers just skin on skin
Knowing that I don't have to hide anything
To see you raw, pure and free
So that when I look at you truth is all I see...

A midnight dream
a morning spark
my words help me bring light in the dark

I write to remember
I write to forget
words for a certain mind-set

They often confuse
generating questions
with only a few minor exceptions

I want to make sense
I want to be clear
but my words often engulf me with fear

I make mistakes
I always do
I guess that means I’m human too

So, read my words
consider their meaning
and choose which ones you find appealing.

It is such a shame to witness such tragedy
to see a girl grow up.
A girl who once believed so passionately in fairy tales
in magic, her fragile mind amongst the clouds.
But now she has now been struck down by the reality of her demons
Demons in her mind who make her afraid to love
and force her to believe there is no such thing as happy ending
or a dream come true...