Him
Was once I always thought about.
He never left my mind.
If he did he always came back.

Him
He totally got me.
Totally understood how different I was.
He liked it.

Him
He left my life,
I deleted him,
Everything I had from him,
Except my emotions.
Any love I consumed,
I rejected.

He.
Made me realize that
Love can be made from emptiness.
Love can form from being friends.
But it's difficult to consume the love in his eyes I feel even now.

He.
Maybe he will come back and see me.
Meet the new me.
Not so sensitive.
So much more confident than I once was.
So much more stronger physically and mentally.
And see the lifeful life I live now.
And see the scars on my heart.
Left behind by

Him

My sudden urge,
To punch him in the face.
My sudden,winning,urge.
To let my past burdens consume me.
Bury me alive
In my own tears.
It won't happen.
I won't let it.
I'm strong.
I'm intelligent.
I'm strategic.
I'm terrified.
But my urges won't win.
This unexpected battle.

Thought he loved you.
Well he,
He didn't.
Sorry.

I know indeed,

I'm defiantly crazy.

No doubt about it,

I am insane.

Not just my personality I choose to show,

But just my insides as well.

I stutter so easily to my brain.

Nearly impossible to accept I truly know what it means,

To use my knowledge.

My words just come,

I'm truly crazy.

No meaning to the longest word,

It never existed.

The longest word defined is ran,

I'm truly not really a genius.

Just a girl,

Going to school,

Learning her rights,

Learning who is dating who.

Though I could barely give a crap.



I'm just a girl,

A crazy girl.



I'm just a girl,

An insane girl.



I pick pansies from the flower bed.

Give them to you,

To accept the fact,

I'm scientifically proven.

To be,

Just a girl,

A CRAZY girl.

CRAZY.

I see the gray glint in the sunlight.
What was that?
I turn around and I see your fingernails,
In black nail polish.
Excuse me, Sir?
The stranger turns around.
Yes?
Where did you buy that beautiful black nail polish?
It's not store bought. I made it.
Shocked,
Can you give me the recipe?
No, only I can make it.
Why?
Because my soul painted it.
And then you walked away.
And never came back for me to see those lovely nails,
Painted in your soul's black nail polish.

What a wretch you are,
For stabbing me in the back,
And twisting the poisoned blood,
Until it went through my rib cage.
What a wretched wretch you really are.

Deadly ash,
Dispensed into your wine.
Are you ready to die?
Because you are tonight.