is it
absurd
that i sometimes
think
that your non fiction
is my
fiction...???

that life
and the interpretation
thereof
is a just
a matter of perspective...!!!

I can never forget that first moment I saw you
after the six years of being away from you.
The moment I saw your silhouette
in the window,
I knew my life was forever changed.
The way the sun shined upon you
was like magic.
It was like seeing an angel.

There may be distance between us now,
but I just want you to know that I miss you very much.
You are the person I think of
when I go on morning walks.
You are the person I think of
when I see the sun peeking through the blinds.
You are the person I think of
when I hear a mocking bird outside my window.

It is you. It was always you.

She told me to write
So I did.
But now I'm left in a pile of poems and prose
That no one will ever get to read.
Feeling more emotions than I have in years
Too afraid to let them see that side of me.
My lies are bigger than I am now
So I walk in their shells
Attempting to pretend that I know what I'm doing.

She told me to write
Because what I make is beautiful
That the way my words twist and contrast
Make her interested.
That my raw emotion speaks to her
But she only saw my most prized pieces
Would my average work disappoint?

She told me to write
To let others see how I feel
Express myself in a way
That maybe they can comprehend
And attempt to understand.
But how can they possibly understand
When I'm too afraid to show them
What I actually feel like.

She told me to write
To work towards being okay
To continue putting one foot in front of the other
Because it was the only thing keeping me alive.
So I tried.

She seemed innocent at first,
Now she's stealing men's hearts.*

- (A.F)

i-

well,
      ****.