the kind of girl that doesn't say what she means because puzzles have always fascinated her; how the most unlikely pieces fit together.

the kind of girl that flinches at the slightest touch but wears her scars like a suit of armor.

the kind of girl that desires closeness while making absolutely certain to keep you at arms length.

The kind of girl that wonders if maybe we are all just differing degrees of paradoxes and maybe, just maybe, there is something beautiful in her complexities.

it's a shame that beautiful words aren't enough to hold together the broken pieces and jagged edges that live a hidden existence inside all of us.

the condition where you scratch at your skin like you're trying to dig up secrets;

as if the winding trails of red painted by your finger tips will tell you why you weren't good enough.

the sound of your name feels like taking a bullet.

Will I ever be able to get far enough away to feel safe?
What I had failed to realize is that distance can never bring you peace of mind.