Why do we always fight for those that wouldn’t care if you drop down dead in a puddle?
Why do we pour our hearts out to those that don’t do the same back?
Why do we smile when that person smiles? The person that laid down with others when it was only supposed to be you?
Why do we love those that don’t love you in the same way as you do?
Why do we suffer in pain when those do something that we knew was going to happen?
Is that the harsh reality of life? Love?
Why do we feel that we can mend our hearts with those that are heartless?
Why haven’t I moved on?
Why do we always end up being a victim of a foolish heart?

That wolf that cries to the moon because it was never touch by love.
It continuously cries to the moon, not receiving its loud screams of love back.
Every month it will climb up to the highest mountain
Just to see this moon.
It will cry and weep, asking for love.
It never got it.
But the moon always came back for why… we don’t know.

I breathe you in
The sensation of your love creeped out of my veins and into the fog
Creating a whirlpool of secretion
I cleared a path
The fog hissed
Never leave me
Your breath begins to trace my neck
I am escaping as fast as I can, through the faded night sky.
I breathe you in and out
The fog is taking over my lungs
All I can think about was eyes
How always turned *grey as soon as I said goodbye
Your lips stayed sealed as I reached out for your embrace

In the fullness of time I found a clear path out of the fog and into the light
"I should've left you years ago"

*I breathe you out.

While I’m terribly depressed in this dark silent room.
Somehow this aggression turns into an even deeper depression.
Now I have so many emotions that I cannot explain ….why I suffer in all this hate and pain.
Because I know in the morning I will regain… the dark feelings I have ….and the strain..  
Numbers, figures flying across my head, because I don’t know who I’m supposed  to be……I really don’t wanna be this type of me….
They tell me to get over it… tomorrow will be a better day…. To be honest… I just wanna sit on the dock of the bay.. because my days feel like years and my years feel like eternity….
What am I supposed to do… sit here in my jealousy???
Jealous of those that wake up in the morning.. look in the mirror and love what they see
That has someone to hold..has someone to love…has someone to say your beautiful in every way…

  These days turned into hours….hours turned in to minutes
I woke up that day feeling refreshed. ….I was so blessed that I found the address of the doors of happiness
This was the end….
I can finally walk in to that place we call a world, leaving the extra baggage behind.
I am not designed to fit your checklist of what a “women” is supposed to look like…
KEEP YOUR UNKIND WORDS!!!I’ve found my peace of mind.. If you can’t look pass looks then…. You’re clearly blind!
-Raeven Leigh Winter-