"be my wife" he said
i was filled with dread
anything else was easy
if only those words could please me
but after so many lies
they felt less like a prize
and more like a knife
that was stealing my life

your big brown eyes
are much to wise
to sit by my side
and make me your bride

or at least they should be
i am a me, not a we

and even though I'd love to say yes
and walk down an aisle in a long white dress

after so much hurt
I cant say that word

*yes

hello
i whisper again
staring at the ones
who alter my skin
they smile up asking
how've you been
i don't dare tell the truth
lovely, better now than then*
they mocked my ideas of innocence
and reminded me of the sin
and here i lay
with cuts on my shins

once again

I find myself looking into your eyes

starting to believe those sweet lies

forgetting about my promise

not bothering to reminisce

once again

I find myself torn in three

between how I feel

what I think

and what I can see

once again

you show up here

just to once again

disappear

a whisper
   a tiny little sound
       fell from her lips
          and proceeded to drown
             down went her dreams
                up came her fears
                  out came the screams
                     in stayed the tears
                        "crazy" they mocked
                            "weird" they teased
                                 in a corner she rocked
                                     holding her knees
                                        one by one, redder than red
                                            bad ideas filled her little head
                                              and within a week they marked her
                                                             ­            **dead