I am no poet.
just a lost girl expressing her word.
and sometimes wondering weather or not,
I belong in this world.
with cold shaking hands,
I find it had to stand.
this world is so cruel.
why can't it just be me & you?
I am no poet.
but, here I am
waiting for you.
I'll give you a hand.

you say she's heaven.
but, you let her drag you threw hell.

I try, but I can’t.
It becomes a long lost friend.
No longer am I able to escape.
My mind starts to run,
I became out of breath.
Suffocating.
All I need is a breath of air.
But, that seems like a far-fetched dream.
I start to collapse.
“Help me!”
Discovering I can’t speak.
Thunder starts booming.
The storm rolls in.
Is this a war I cannot win?

One hit,
Two hits,
Three hits, four.
My thoughts begin to walk out the door.
Five hits,
Six hits,
Seven hits, eight.
Suddenly I can think straight.

I used,
I used to feel so alone.
unwanted.
unnoticed.
until, one day.
I met her.
she wasn't like the others.
she thought I was,
kind,
smart.
she didn't believe,
the words others spoke.
looked straight threw them.
with an open-mind.
now,
I feel wanted.
somewhere,
somehow.
im, no longer
afraid.
little does she know,
I was on the edge.
between
life and death.
one kind heart.
changed it all.
saved me.
thank you.

your heart,
it happens to be,
the size of your,
fist.
but, its no surprise.
your supposed to fight.
for love.

(l.j.t.)

words.
we speak them,
but do we always mean,
what we speak?

words.
they can brighten,
but, they darken as well.

words.
they are complicated.
is it easier just to not,
speak at all?

(l.j.t.)