she has this own world
that herself only knows
can't speak even a word
until where can she go

a.v.

"This is not normal."
That's what I said when I felt the sudden jolt in my heart.
You're making my heart beat abnormally.

"This is not normal."
What my mind speaks whenever I'm smiling for no reason.
I know. I look stupid that time.

"This is not normal."
I muttered when I caught myself staring at you.
My eyes saw what perfection means.

"This is not normal."
When I wanted to have you even in my dreams.
I wanted to be with you all the time.
I couldn't last a day without your presence.

"This is not normal."
When all this time I'm hiding something from you.
I'm afraid. I'm scared that you're going to leave me after that.
I don't want to lose you.

"This is not normal."
You're the only person I'm not afraid to tell everything.
Not afraid to tell everything except for one.

"This is not normal."
This is no longer me.
I'm so in love that it changed everything.

"This is not normal."*
I had to stop.
Because I know what we have now.
Is all temporary.

My chest has been hurting
And I don't know if it's
A medical issue or an
Emotional issue.

I met a person I could never live without exactly one year ago. I met him and now I can never forget him.
I met this boy and fell absolutely in love with the idea of me knowing him and him knowing me. Knowing each other's faults, knowing each other's weaknesses, knowing that I could find a quiet place in him and him knowing he could find that in me.
I met this total aloof and complex guy and he's the only one I can truly talk to, the only one who I can just be completely silent with. I remember when our feelings for each other had blossomed into a rather obvious thing, we would get away from our group of friends and walk over to the playground. Somedays we would talk and talk and talk, about everything ( we always filled the other in about our lives because we didn't see each other often) other days we would sit beside each other in silence. I felt his stare as I looked at down at my feet, when I looked up he looked away quickly. He looked so fragile yet so strong, his complexity was so intriguing. In those days we were aware of all the things that would go wrong, we aware of all the terribly wonderful events that would occur between us and we still decided to become entwined in each other's lives

baby my body is a masterpiece
my scars are a work of art
every battle and every victory
has had its own important part

my legs were my canvas
my blades were the paint
by night I was Picasso
and by day I was a saint