writing is proving to be a task
so i hide my shame behind a mask
because whenever i write, i think of you
then i wonder do you think of me to.

breaking my heart is worse than breaking my bones
because my bones will heal but
my heart loses a piece every time.

I know you
We've walked
and danced
and kissed
and sinned
in my dream.

You know me
We've talked
and sang
and even been married
in your dreams

I just wait for the day
when we can do that
and be happy

"When was the last time I was near you?"

"Years, my dear."

"When was the last time I said I loved you?"

"Years.."

"When did you start believing I stopped?"

"I never did."

I,
A word everyone uses everyday

You,
A word everyone uses everyday

One word we miss
is one that cant be said in any other way than
**Hate

I work my bones everyday
to the never ending beat
of the clock on the wall

I wear down my mind
every minute of everyday
till it breaks and im gone

At the end of the day
I am just
dust

He sits there
in the back of my mind
always there

but the problem is
youre miles away from where i am

life is like a dance
everyone has their own style
some people dont like it,
others do
some will even copy yours
and there's always gonna be someone to dance with you

when i was twelve
i was taken into a dark alley and *****.

the guy lied and said "we did a photoshoot" to everyone.

Now im scared of the dark and people.

I hope it was worth it for him.

meeting someone is like walking
knowing someone is like running
being in love with someone is like falling

you never wanted to get past the first steps because you're scared of whats ahead

once i wrote a book
it was named "A Grave Mistake"
It was about a mortician falling for a serial killer
it ended with the mortician being killed by the serial killer

I found it kinda funny...
the publisher did not...

I looked at you once and said
"would you still love me if-"
you cut me off and replied
"if I stop loving you, shoot me. I'll be going crazy"

And I did.

burnt myself today
not only with my words
but with actual fire

oops

I don't like people a lot
but
you're an exception.
.
.
.
.
because you gave me food

Every great story doesn't start out great. It usually starts off as something sudden, an idea. Sometimes that idea is stupid, but then it grows and grows. I never thought I’d be writing a story like this in my entire life, I didnt even plan on being an author. The idea had just happened. I constantly lost muse and I couldnt continue or i’d write and read it later and want to throw it out the window.
I dont know where I got the idea of this story but I know for a fact this isnt what i intended doing for the next four years. Mom suggested it after..the incident. She said if I spent at least an hour a day id have some way to try and get through it. Maybe she’s right, I mean i have always wanted to be an author. The only problem is...what do I write about?

when i see the way you act
i question myself
and say please come back

because you've shown me the world
but i never opened my eyes
to see that you were my world.

sitting here, I think
****
5,000 miles is nothing
but when I think more
...
I'm scared you're never coming back.