She captured his heart
in a dream
With her seductive scent
of fairy tale charm
And  the curve
of her crescent moon smile
His soul was a fish on the hook
And his flesh willing followed
He was puddy in her hands
And a puppy at her feet
He followed her through
the song and the sea
Of mermaids of poetry and love
Chasing the north glimmering light
of the star she kept
On the silver line from clouds
beneath the colors
and oceans of her eyes
And night after night
In dream after dream
His heart was found
Beating under
the crescent moon
of her smile

LOOK

I am SORRY that I am the way I am

I'm sorry that I start to panic when someone touches me
especially a guy
even though if its in a friendly way
I just can't help to flinch
I always think about the people that hurt me in the past

I am sorry that I constantly break down
I cant control my mind for consuming my emotions
my mind is always at war with my heart
I cant help to get flash backs of the past of what they did to me

Im sorry for hiding my feelings
I get nervous to tell you because Im scared of upsetting you
I had people that I upset when I always told them how I felt
I'm also not an open book
I even feel vulnerable just someone looking at the content of the book

I am sorry that I always ask for reassurance
Im just trying to get it memorized in my head so I can believe you
I want to make sure your being honest
your answers dont change
and you mean it
People drilled bad things into my head so I cant help it

I am sorry for constantly apologizing
I always think its my fault
I grew up people putting the blame on me
sometimes I can't tell if its my fault or not

LOOk
I
I ..am
sorry that I am me

I
                                                                ­                stopped being
                                                                ­             scared long
                                                                ­           enough to
                                                                ­               realize you..
                                                           ­               One day won't
                                                                ­              matter. If the Earth
                                                                ­                stops turning and the
                                                                ­           tides reclaim the equator
                                    I'll let the sea swallow your thoughts
I won't worry if you made it to your house safe at midnight

If one day
The pyramids are the
only things that make it in this
world then I won't cry thinking that
I keep losing what I already lost when I said goodbye

If the Sun stops
                     burning then                              I won't mind                  
           when the cold                                          becomes my hands
then  I                                                    ­    
  will no longer                                                   care to hear you
            complain about their  lack of warmth        

If we
  were       the last
         peo-           ple            
alive           then
     I         would
still love you

B u t   t h i s   t i m e

I    wouldn't   dare   waste   the   time   we   had   left