Once an innocent child..
Now a scarred adult..
Tears of happiness quickly grew into tears of pain..
The hunger for all things free now starve for the feeling of being wanted.
Being needed.
Who is she?
What is her story?
She is no one.
Once an innocent child.
Chasing butterflies and her mother's love.
Now she roams like a butterfly looking for someone to replace her mother's love.
What should have been.. never was.
Now a scarred adult..
Sugar highs from candy into the next hit of cannabis.
The fists of freedom into the hands of a man whose eyes scream you are worthless ..
Who is she?
She is dying to be who she once was.
Where did she come from?
A stranger to her past..
A mystery to her future..
I know you .. says a voice from within.
Who am I?
Her face saddened from years of the wrong answers.
I know you .. the voice says getting closer to her mouth.
Who am I?
She demands to know.
She demands an answer.
You are beautiful.
You are free.
You are an innocent child trapped in a battered adult.
The voice is bubbling .. so close to eruption..
You are the result of God's creating of inspiration.
You are extraordinary.
She backs away, fearing the words have truth to them.
Who am I?
Her back hits the grown,
She crawls to the corner holding her ears afraid of the answer.
The voice grows from within..
Who am I?
She begs to know.
The voice crawls up from within and the taste of smooth words she hasn't recognized since childhood fall from her tongue..
You are an innocent child.
You are an exception.
You are you.
Trapped in a scarred adult.

I ponder the what ifs and will be's.
What if I love you with all that's left?
Will it be enough?
What if I open my heart to a new beginning?
Will it be taken lightly or will it take my life by storm?
What if you love me back?
Will it be enough to put back all the pieces that are missing?
What if you break through to me?
Will it open my eyes to the beauty that is invisible to me?
You are seemingly perfect..
Your closed eyes carefully speak into my soul.
Is it too soon to say I see you?
Is it too soon to say I know you?
When is the time to speak up on my findings?
Yesterday? Tomorrow.. right now in this moment?
You sleep so peacefully next to me as I grasp your hand softly.
Do you know? Can you feel the reality of a heartbroken heart dying to be fixed?
Dying to be wanted.
Dying to be let free.
What if I told you?
My heart goes to form words that my brain screams will destroy me.
Can you keep a secret?
I want to wake you with reality.
I want to wrap my thoughts with a bow and give them to you with no warning.
Will you be there to accept my flaws of the past but hope for the future?
Stop my mind yells.
I can't take it.
Let me free my heart screams.
I need to be known.
I whisper to you as you lay oblivious to the hope in my eyes and fear in my heart.
Can you keep a secret?
I kiss your hand and close my eyes.
The room is silent but my soul is in hysterics.
Can you keep a secret?
I open my eyes, slightly afraid of letting my heart take lead.
Can you keep a secret?
My mind begs me to find solitude in the silence.
Begs me to find content with being alone.
Can you keep a secret?
I say aloud.
Silence...
I love you.
I close my eyes and smile,
Knowing this secret will be kept.
I slumber knowing the possibility of reject is none.
I awake in the morning to find you staring into me.
Your mind free. Your heart oblivious to the gift I have given it.
As if they could speak, your brown eyes seem to say quietly, in fear of your own heart knowing the secret..
Your secret is safe with me.