I write this word empty.
Squeezed dry of any meaning.
Parched and
                    
                        crumbling,
doused in my ink and yearning
for your reaction.

                                 My night
turned to your morning,
pressed letters split your skin.

You have been written dry;
I fear you no longer.

Good mourning.

I was alone,
I was sad,
You saved my life,
You saved my head;

A dark ally,
Need a fresh start,
Built a brick wall,
Around my heart;

You came along,
And made me smile,
You where ready,
For an extra mile;

You gave me hope,
You made me warm,
And made my house,
Feel like a home;

You made me trust,
And got me comfortable,
But then you hurt me,
I was so gullible;

Let me crave it,
Let me tame it.
Let me sit and think about it,
so that I may feel what I have not had the pleasure of feeling before.

Im one of those ridiculous people,
I'll justify myself. I do not need your help.
I never have.

I am the girl you love to hate,
The one you think may be doing something,
But whom occupies doing what you couldn't
Simply… being.

I am the dream of the other woman, wrapped in value,
Crowned in moral.
I will break what you couldn't find in,
I will write it out.

FIVE LINES.
A STAFF.
I WILL NOT GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED!!
I will show you what you need.

Please, find me between the lines
and the apple tree, which
I find to be all that makes up… me.

Tell me that loneliness is more than I could grasp,
A sudden task,
That I couldn't spread between my fingers,

HA! I have found purpose.

"Are you left handed?"
          I'm writing with it, aren't I?

"Oh my god, how do you do that?"
          The same way you write with your right hand.

"You must be super creative."
          Yeah, sure.

"Your hand writing is pretty good for being left handed."
          It still smears.

Painfully watching people attempt to write left handed.

Good luck writing in ink! Even worse than pencil.

She was soft spoken
But her voice filled the room
And the way she talked
Her tongue
Dancing across her lips
A hypnotic sway
In the way she walked
Eyes like a lullaby
Gently pulling you in
A smile a mile wide
And a personality to match
Electricity filled her veins
With thunderous thoughts
To say she embodied perfection
Would be an unfair assement