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 Tried! And Tried! I tried my best for you to show you that … I loved you. It wasn't good enough.
My heart wrote you poems for you. My heart wrote poems about you. It wasn’t good enough.
It wasn’t love at first site. But I loved you at your darkest.
The darkness came over you, but I never left you.
You will never know that I would come home and cry in the corner of the room, because of you.
Because of you! I lost my smile.
Because of you! I lost my temper with friends as I would stick up for you.
Because of you! I overthought.
Because of you!
Because of you! Because of ******* you!
Maybe you didn’t mean to rip out the veins of my heart. And yeah maybe you didn’t mean to call out the green eyed monster which sleeps inside of me.
You said you wanted to be with me, so why was you in such a rush to give me away.
I AM NOT A CHARITY CASE! I AM A HUMAN BEING WITH FEELINGS SO PLEASE TREAT ME LIKE ONE!
I can’t get mad at you because this is life.
Life will bring you up to the highest of heights and drop you.
Yes! I will always love you. But I’ll never forget the pain I was suffering in silence.
I’ll never forget the worthless feeling I would get.
I’ll never forget how I felt so unappreciated.
But now it’s time for me to find someone that will appreciate all the things I do for them.
Someone that will laugh at all my jokes, even if their cheesy.
We will look at each other with a smile and tell ourselves “how did we get like this?”
Yeah. I saw a future with you, it was so clear…. But clearly to you that was just a blur.

Welcome Back
You are the art.
Don’t you dare tear yourself apart.
Ripping away the “ugly” from your pulchritudinous body.
Don’t be a copy, of every other thin legged, supple  lipped,  big busted, media lusted women.
Don’t be Cheating yourself of the life you have to live. Deprives others of that only which you can give

Outlive the ugly in this society. One step out of the door, I know you can feel your anxiety.
Are you perfect enough???? Yes indeed you are!
You’ve come so far. You are more than what you think u are. Now Open up that spiritual jar, throw away the negativity.
You are no longer in captivity. You are free. You’ve found the key. To everlasting acceptance.
So pick yourself up beautiful, it’s crucial that you stop being so critical about your self-worth. Calibrate the rebirth of you.
Welcome back. x

They Say, We are only human!
They Say, We are only human!
They Say, We are only ******* human!
Human wasn't the one that took my innocence!
Human wasn't the one that left me confused, hurt damaged on the cold floor.
Human..?! we make mistakes.
Somewhere in the depths of my soul tell me it wasn't a mistake.
Human made you how you are today. A strong and outspoken woman, the type of women that won’t allow someone to step on you.
The women that will tell yourself “ I deserve ******* better !”

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?

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-

In today's world loyalty, acceptance, inner love and romance is so hard to find.

people are too busy feeding there temptations like a savage, drooling constantly over the bait, which walks on every street of every corner.
short, tall, fat, thin, black ,white, man, woman, gay, straight, bi, trans-

who made these labels?

why should each person have a label for the way they look or what they are?

I am sure our blood is all the same......

“Definitions belong to the definers, not the defined.”

“People are too complicated to have simple labels.”

people are constantly looking at other people to pick out there flaws. loving that thin legged, "perfect faced" women. but not loving themselves.

romance died a long time ago when we stopped using our imaginations and became lazy minded. the thought of a candle lit dinner under a thousand stars was to much work..... well that's after you've got their love.

I thought that you was a sweet, kind and humble person.
I would try and call you to see if you was doing well but I was clearly just a burden
As I got over you
Stopped thinking about you
Starting living my life again
You came back in, just to clear your conscience.
I may have forgiven you for what you’ve done/did.
But I will never forgive the disrespect  
You might need to look back and reflect on all the lies you told me.
I guess you’re okay with it because your little project of manipulation was success .
Ever since I was little I’ve always had this fixation on what a good person is, what being with a person that wants you is like …
And you’re not one of them. Not at all.
The lack of respect you had for me is disgusting
Just thinking about our hands touching while walking down the streets was just nothing.
Your selfish actions have made an everlasting effect on your life.
If it was the old me, i could cut open your heart with a bread knife.
But now I’m just forgiving you.
It doesn’t even matter if I’m over you, I’m not over the fact that you used me for your little tool.
I believe in karma and baby…. It’s coming for you.
P.S. you say you don’t like liars, don’t look in the mirror.

Life is full of heartache
Life is full of pain
Life is full of struggle and strain
One day you’ll wake up and feel like the worlds at an end.
There’s nothing to live for.
You had everything that you wanted in the palm of your hand and in a second it vanished.
Reality got in the way and ****** it all up. That’s what you’ll say. But you’re wrong!
You were living in a dream.
Blind to what was really going on. It was right in front of you but you didn’t want to know, so you couldn’t see it.
It wasn’t getting better.
You won’t receive any love back.
Now I say “they ****** all the love out of my soul.”
“They used me. Used me like a pencil till there’s nothing left of me”
No!
No one used you! You just never saw what was in front of you!
You never paid attention to the look in their eyes when you kissed them. That’s not your fault. Your eyes were closed, feeling the a thousand butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
Feeling there soft lips pressed up against yours.
Feeling your heart beat trying to escape from the pain due to come.
Sometimes you need to listen to your head.
Move on.
Escape.
One day you will fly with someone that actually wants you, someone that is scared to lose you.
Someone that will accept you for the great human being that you are.
Both of you will fly.