It is hard to
fathom
such a world

How should I exist now?

The loneliness of this paved
pathway
is almost too much
Overwhelmed by thoughts of what
could be.

The concrete feels too heavy,
dull silver reflections,
underneath my feet.

Where am I going?

Beloved,
I finally see you.
But the truth is,
the invisibility is
blinding,
even to you.
I'm here, remembering,
existing.

Here’s to the girls who have so much to give and no one to give it to.
The ones who spent their freshmen homecoming crying under a table.
The ones who take pills everyday praying it will take the pain away.

The girls who went through high school invisible
and the ones that are still trying to heal from that.
Here’s to the girls that have scars on their skin and even deeper ones on their heart.
Here’s to the tears that have become all too familiar.
Here’s to the endless nights, ragged breathing, and bloodshot eyes.

Here’s to the girls who know pain,
who have been through it all yet still choose to have a soft heart.
The girls that still chose to fill their lungs with air.

Here’s to the girls who haven’t given up.
The girls who have hope that burns in their souls and shines in even the darkest of nights.

Here’s to you. Here’s to me.

I was free
once
and that is something
I hold on to,
desperate.

Desperate,
for the touch of what
was,
and the knowledge of
the truth.

The truth,
could not,
anger me in ways
you always will.

You always will
be me,
my love,
and
I was free**.

That simple
thought
it is too easy to
remember.

When, my love,
all I wish to do is
forget.

I'm talking to you
but
emotion doesnt seem to exist
for you
now.

Your mouth moves
but
I cant hear you
anymore, and,
I am disappearing with every
word
that you say.

Before I vanish completely, love,

I walk away.

Realize,
The true lightning within your stormy eyes,
Awake.

It is too dreamlike
to imagine what
freedom
really is.

For I crave the
love
and the safety
I have
found
within you.

Could it be so
different,
with them,
somehow,
I think yes.

I create my own
reality
even as it starts to
suffocate
all of me.

I desire your
release
but we are too
intertwined
to be
changed.

This life I know,
all I remember,
4 years.

Have I seen what is now?

This ****** up
instance,

Time to begin the
seperation
of all I know,

now.