I used to love,
Love
Now I just write about
And the little it left me

"Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic."*

"But I think you're absolutely exquisite and I tell you all the time."

*"I know."

I'm often asked
Where my inspiration comes from
And to be frank with you
My writing is simply a lost girl
Trying to grasp onto something steady
In the midst of war
With the blood spilled in battle
I put together words that sound enchanting together

Where the world sees beauty
I just see red

"I've been through worse."* She stated so blankly. "It's not that big of deal."

"He laid his hands on you. It is a big deal."

"Not compared to everything else. On my list, he's one of the kinder ones."

And it hit me, she has seen darkness that I could never understand. There will be pieces of her I'll never know, and that was heartbreaking
all on its own.

You see a girl who is...
Horribly honest
Provocative
Obnoxiously opinionated
Provoking

What you don't see
Is every man who stole my voice
Every person who made me feel small
Every encounter that belittled me
Made me believe I was nothing
That took away something that didn't belong to them
Who made me feel unsafe

I've been burned by countless people
And what you see now
Is who I've built with the ashes
So I will never apologize for who I am
Because I am fearfully and wonderfully
HER

You asked if I was scared
I said no
They asked if I was okay
I said yes

But I'm trembling
Because the feeling of your fingers on my neck
Are still burning