She has a quiet heart and gentle soul.

But if you push her far enough, you'll see the part of her that is fierce and determined.

The part of her that steps in when she can't take it anymore.

I can tell my secrets to the paper and it won't betray me

I can write my soul into the ink and I won't, misportrayed, be

A strong desire of mine is this:

To meet people like ink and paper is my wish

And they all think I'm stupid

They don't say it, but, I know they do

I know they do

And gosh, I am

*I am

I close my eyes

And listen to the sound of her voice

And her laugh

And I know, that she's leaving soon

And a different person's coming back

I think one day you'll understand
Why I kept my words in
Why I locked up my heart
And threw the key into the ocean
That surrounded me at the time
I couldn't bear to let you drown
In the endless chaos that was mine

There is a knife in my hand
And I could use it-
To **** the beast inside of you
But I won't
I have to protect the human

My mother's mother loved someone she didn't marry
And married someone she didn't love
Just for the sake of her own mother's approval
As I was falling asleep last night, I couldn't help but think
I would rather die before spending my life beside someone
Because it was the proper thing to do

I love it to the point I hate it. I hate how it's making me feel things that I've buried and reminding me of myself. I hate how my mouth is curving at the same time my eyes water and my mind takes a trip across the span of my lifetime and reintroduces itself to every person it ever knew.

I hate how it reminds me of you.

Smear the ink that spills from the wounds you left me with
Across my canvas, suddenly, I'm considered an artist
Kudos to me for writing about all my heartaches and heartbreaks
It's my only relief from breathing in tainted oxygen
Lungs half filled with other people's *******
I'm going to be a ballerina when I grow up, I used to say
Instead, I find, my talent lies in laying my emotions out for display
What I always dreaded I would become, I became
Just another poet, writing tirelessly about pain

I looked at the love poem and felt a wave of guilt because it wasn't for me, just the person he thought I was.

He is longing for someone that doesn't exist.

I don't have the heart to tell him, but I know that until I do, he will keep dreaming about a version of me that is a far cry from my actual self.

I'm so sorry.

The girl he loves can never return his love for her because..I made her up.

He fell in love with the mask I wore just to please him, I pretended to like all the same songs and to keep quiet when all I wanted to do was speak and I spoke when all I wanted to do was stay silent and he fell in love with everything I'm not.

How am I supposed to explain that I broke his heart trying not to break it?

I have stopped waiting for you.

I have stopped nurturing the hope that you will someday change your mind.

I've stopped waiting for someday.

Because you've always had today and keep throwing it away.

I am not scared anymore

There's nowhere left to go

We already reached the end of each path

So, who are you?

What are you like?

Who is the last person you cried over?

Nestled beneath a cloak of constellations

Cerulean branches sway ominously in unison

Beyond, stands a house shrouded in mystery

Somber silence is heard upon midnight's arrival

Chain of stars encompassing the sky's lunar bell

Quadrilateral stones lead down a worn pathway

Shadows whisper through leaves in the hour of 12