a hollowed body
i own
half-empty of disappointments-
pale exterior, a blank canvas
once innocent; so pure
but he touches me
we collide- stars exploding
too foolish to retreat, his words broke me
ached and scarred
his touch, poisoning
overfilled me until i d r o w n e d
no longer half-empty
i gasped, but no air found
suffocated
by my own fault
all we desire, is to be happy
but happiness
is frightening

a.n.

i should have known
i'd never get
a fairy tale of my own
but of course
i was silly
blinded by my mind
imagining us
together
happy and in love

a.n.

what a privilege it must be
to have made a girl love
and hurt
so much
she wrote enough
to fill a novel
all
about you

a.n.

i miss loving you
even if
you never loved me
in return
i miss imagining
a future with us
and i miss having
my heart broken
by you
i miss you making me feel
on top of the world
and under it
at the same time
i miss all your characteristics
like the sound of your voice
and the feeling of your skin
on mine
i just really miss
everything about you
that made you
who you are
and made me love you
more than i
have ever loved
myself

a.n.