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May 2019 · 218
Fighter
You can see the storm assembling inside of her,
You can see the crashing waves of the oceans in her eyes, aswell as the hurt behind them fueling the tide,
But the waves don't even bother her,
For she is a known fighter,
It's not a new thing for her,
Fighting,
Since forever she has been fighting what she thinks of herself,
She's been fighting for clarity in her own mind,
But there's already other factors, people,
dismantling the last shreds of of faith she has in herself
Still she fights,
the water is dried up from the storm, now there is fire in her eyes
Be careful because next time you try and tell her what she's not, well just watch out cause she knows who she is and that fire in her eyes doesn't even have to touch you for you to feel the burn, You see for you,
there will be no smoke to warn you, because you already lost the trust, broke her down once, twice, but no,  she got back up,
How much satisfaction will she have when she shows all of you she's stronger then you thought, and how many of you wished you let it go and let it drop, cause now the storms gone and only one thing remains, is not who she thought she was, but who she really is
May 2017 · 159
unsent letters
It's a clean cut paper because i never write
Putting words on a paper is to much of a fight
It's dark and my lamp is the only light
Sitting at my desk in the middle of the night
Worry strikes, and takes over my mind, thinking i won't finish in time
Anxiety brushes past my feet  as my foot taps the floor, faster and faster
Hearts beating louder and louder, as if the thunder came and rain showered
Happiness has escaped, fed to the pigeons,
hunger has fled as  i finished in the kitchen.
An it's quite still  like the world is no longer turning, the atmosphere is burning
Crashing, tumbling striking the floor, my mind is in war
every laugh, every smile you make at her
is piercing pain to me
every glance you make  
every hug, sharpens the knife
slowly but surely your love for her kills me
or is it my love that kills me
the fact that i love you
the fact that you don't love me
the excruciating pain that comes with love
crippling me to the point of no return
yet I still love, Tell me why?
tell me why i care?
i will never solve the mystery
the story that pulls me in every time.
love is crippling and it wont go away.

— The End —