She asked if I was real. How am I to answer this? Of course I have a soul and a heart so yes I am real, but am I? Am I ready to start over again? Shouldn't I be asked if I am okay first?

Let me run my bitter sweet words through your veins, let me listen to your angelic voice one last time. Let me see your face and etch my name into you. Let my soothing voice get the best of you. Let your guard down so I can be apart of you for once. My head hurts and my hands shake of anxiety. I never in my life have seen such beauty so  please let me make you mine.

I slip into a daze of dishonesty and regret. What's to stop me? Your 'rules' have no affect if they are broken easily. I need a new dimension to comprehend how treating others as inferiors, if you were to step Down from that balcony, maybe you can hear the cries of desperation and inferno filled hate. Listen to the "inferiors" next time you look in a mirror.

I got a kiss from the shadow of her memories.

I rest in the arms of myself. I've spent the last years of my childhood in the arms of the wrong person, and I have had no regrets leaving. The meaning of love have changed places with lust and strong emotions. Now I'm on a journey to search for myself before I trust anyone to hold what I've been protecting for so long. Love should be shared for one to know and the other to learn. The meaning of love is everlasting and never quaking in fear. Love is what I'm looking for. If I find it in myself then maybe one day I can share it with someone who will hold it with pure intentions. I'm sorry for those I've hurt, but you weren't the one. Take this time to be yourself before jumping into the arms of a stranger. Life is too complicated to make guesses. Be strong and hold out, for life has many hidden secrets and strong paths for you to walk. Don't fear what could be, fear what you've seen and tread this path heavily. Falling isn't the worst to happen, the worst to happen is to not walk any path because of fear.

Illuminate the path you have carved into my heart. Take what you have left and don't look back. Pull whatever knife you've had in my back and throw them at your next victim. Unveil the identity you've cherished for so long. Show me what its like to have my heart ripped from the cold hands that had pieced it together.

I spend my days sipping hot tea and roaming different trends of words