Her poems make me hurt even more,

Especially because I realize how unbelievably true they are.

I'm fighting back tears right now because the one that causes me pains is in the other room.

It hurts to keep fighting it all the time.

I fight it just so I can show her that I am stronger than her words and her actions.

I hate fighting a battle I know I will never win.

I hate that I try so hard not to ***** up, but she always, always, finds something that I missed.

I hate that I'm the only one that puts forth the effort.

I miss you.

I miss us.

I'm so angry, so undoubtedly angry because you don't care.

You only pay attention to me when it's convenient for you.

I'm just an accessory.

You don't treat me like I'm yours.

You call me your princess but I feel like Cinderella before she met her Prince.

You've taken so much from me,

and every time I try earning something of my own it's never good enough.

I'm never good enough for you.

I'm not smart enough for you.

I'm not perfect enough for you.

I'm just me.

I wish you could only see that.

I fill my world and my thoughts with hopes and dreams.

Every time I try to share them with you, you always shoot them down.

You expect me to live right next door to you forever.

So that I can be there for you whenever you need me.

But I'm not going to.

I plan on moving far away.

I plan on leaving here when the time is right.

And you're the one who did this.

You're the one who made this happen.

You're the one who never cared.

You're the one who pushed me away.

I love you mommy.

I just wish you could have realized that.

But I'm afraid that it might be too late for you to try and fix things.

I'm far too damaged,

but you're too blind to see it.

Love,

It's what Shakespeare wrote about.

Love,

It's what almost every girl dreams to have someday.

Love,

It's what I wish for on every shooting star.

Love,

It's shown in all the Disney films I've ever watched.

Love.

Love?

What is love?!

"It's one of the most difficult, unanswered

questions of all mankind."

Well ain't that the truth?

Love,

"It's an intense feeling of deep affection."

No way, love is much more than that.

Love,

It's that "care and affection we have for our country."

I certainly don't love those I care

about the same way I "love our country."

So it must be more than that.

Love,

Some believe that it's just a romantic

or ****** attachment to someone.

It's clearly much more than that.

Love...

It must be that tingly feeling we get

when we're with that special someone.

Love,

It must be that emptiness we

get when you're without them.

Love,

It must be that small heartbreak

whenever we try and picture our lives without them.

Love,

It must be that extraordinary interest

we have in someone, no matter how boring they truly are.

Love,

It must be that one thing that makes

us stay with them even when they hurt us.

Love,

It must be what makes us look past all

of the flaws that someone

has and just see the good in them.

Love,

It must be that crazy thing we have.

I need you.

These words are true,

but it's hard for me to put them in a sentence.

I can't say them out loud because that would mean that I depend on you.

I want to get to know you.

But I forget that I can't get close to someone who's never there.

I wish I could go to ball games with you.

I wish I could have looked out into the audience in the middle

of a recital and see your face in the crowd.

I wish I could see the same look on your face that they do.

You always look so proud when you talk to them, talk about them

and even when you look at them.

Especially when you talk about the one that got away.

You praise her. Even after everything that's happened you're still proud of her.

I wish I had that.

I wish I could see that radiating smile of yours and know that it's for me too.

For something that I've done that you were so unbelievably proud of.

I know I'm not yours, not really.

I know that you're trying your best. I understand that it's not easy with three kids in the house.

I also know that it's harder because I'm older than she was when you first got her,

and I'm older than the kids are now.

I try to make you proud, I really do.

I study for every test and hand in every homework assignment.

I await the scores so I can run home and tell you what they are.

After telling you the news you always have the same stern look on your face.

I feel as if I'm never good enough.

I even got a job and am trying to learn the value of money.

I try to be smart. Sometimes you say I'm not,

and just to prove you wrong I try to impress you by telling you useless facts.

But it still doesn't seem to be good enough.

Is it because I'm too boring, too loud, too girly, too lazy, or because I spend too much time on tumblr?

Is it because I don't look like the rest of you?

Is it because... I'm nothing like she was?

I know that she was your baby girl.

I know that you'll always hold a special place for her in your heart.

But I was second. Doesn't that count for something?

Maybe you actually are proud of me.

Maybe I'm just over analyzing this like I do everything else.

Maybe...

Just maybe.

But I've still never seen it.

I've never seen that radiating smile that they've all seen...

Oh how I'd **** to see it.

I have a beautiful story to tell...

It all started with this boy and a girl; they lived in two different worlds, they didn't talk much and they hardly knew each other.
One day a mutual friend of theirs named Allie had heard about how poorly things were going in both of their worlds. She figured that it might be a good idea to turn these two unhappy people happy using her magical powers.
Upon their first meeting as potential companions, they were a little timid but eventually they moved past that and became great friends.
They started hanging out with each other every chance they could, they talked to each other non stop and talked about each other twice as much; they became inseparable.
As time passed, the two people with two different worlds became so close that their worlds formed a bridge and eventually combined into one.
It has been over a year now and the sad boy and girl share a love that is stronger than anyone has ever seen.
They talk about their future and make plans as if time has no end, and in their beautiful world, it doesn't.


I love you.

They ask me if I still love you.

I blush, grin and say;

“Of course.”

Your eyes are of the most beautiful ocean blue,

but other days they're the currents of the stormy grey sea.

They tell me a story.

I see a current of salty water, deep, once blue, but now a faded grey.

I see a bundle of darkened grey clouds in the distance,

and the thunder rumbles from within.

I hear the old cry of your eyes, pounding in my ears.

I wonder if you knew,

Did you know I could see these memories and the pain they bring you?

That I look deep into your eyes and see the pain you once endured?

I wonder if you can see mine as well, hidden beneath the dark brown and black.

Can you see the pain be wiped away by the stormy grey of your blue eyes?

Can you see my eyes lighten up from the darkness?

From the hell that they’ve lived in for so long?

I know that you love me,

but do you love me enough to keep the darkness away forever?

I can see a spark of lightening flash, only once in a while

within your ocean of blues and greys.

That’s when I can tell you’re truly happy,

Every time I see that flash of lightening I know that we were meant to be.