My family and friends
Call me a grandma
Because I normally am asleep by 9
At the latest

But when my mind
Cant stop thinking
About you
And I have this stupid smile
Stuck on my face
From your jokes and
Telling me about all the things
I should stay alive for

My head just won't let me sleep
Because it's too busy
Trying to figure out how I got
So lucky.

-e.w.

She loved him
  So she said yes
Tears of joy stream down her face
As he put the ring on her finger
Under the tree where they met
Birds singing lullabies surround them
Wishing them a forevermore

Years pass

She loved him
  So she hid the pain
Blood streams down her face
As his knuckles kiss her lips
Shattering his fragile promises
Together with her bones

Weeks pass

She loved him
  So she set him free
A smile forms on her face
As she pulled the ****** knife from his body
A pool of blood forms on her feet
Joy and grief filled her soul

Days pass

She loved him
  So she went with him
A blank face was all that is left
As she hanged herself from that tree
Birds singing lullabies surround her
Comforting her troubled soul

I thought it was cliché, when people talk about love
How "the moon shines brighter when you smile"
And "I see heaven in your eyes"
How thousands of songs were written
In the name of love

Then you came around
And I realized how everything was true
I saw the moon, shining in your smile
My heaven, is in the way you look at me
And thousands of stars collided in my bones
The moment you said I love you

I would spend eternity
Thinking about your hands
The way they touch
And your lips
The way you whisper
And I would die, over and over
If I would to die, in your arms

Love is not like the movies
It’s not like books, or songs
It’s not like anything I've heard
Or seen
It crashes sometimes, it hurts mostly
But it will always be worth it
Because love, is the way you bite your lips
It’s the way you hold your steering wheel
It’s the way you kiss my hand
Love is you.

When we were younger,*
we believed the rumors and the lies
until we couldn't anymore say goodbye.

A little older,
we thought the friends we had would be our only
relying on the fact they wouldn't get too nosy.

When Middle School came around,
I was left in the dust
crying in self pity because I had once thought of trust.

At home that night,
I thought of you
how you said to me I'd always be your crew.

Waking up in the morning fresh and new,**
I remember faintly of your words
and what they used to do.

Someone once told me that it was okay to cry.
I opened up, sharing my deepest secrets and insecurities, and she simply left. I guess she was one of them. One of the people who are fine examples of giving up.

Someone once asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up,
I told them I wanted to help. Then they laughed,
claiming helping would never get me through life. Saying I could never become someone who saved lives.

Someone once helped me through the deep end, swearing on their life they'd never tell a single soul. I got confronted one day, and my entire world collapsed. I lost complete trust, I was lost and betrayed.

Someone once promised me that I could do anything and everything. And that was the day my life turned around. I had faith, not only in myself, but in the road ahead.

That someone was me.

Nothing I do is perfect, and that's what terrifies me.
I stare and stare at the crooked lines and microscopic germs,
not able to be seen under the naked eye.

My room intimidates me to the extent in which I'm afraid to enter.
The mess is obscure, chipped paint off the walls and pencils thrown to the sides in utter frustration.
I can't focus when what I'm doing isn't exact.

Math causes me to panic.
Not because of the algebraic expressions, but because of the erase marks that always litter the paper afterwords that never seem to hide.
They're always there, showing off how horrid my handwriting looks.

The idea of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder makes me want to scurry.
I know I'm a living example of it, and I know how nerve-wracking it is being around me.
Because everything needs to reach my standards, and nothing ever does.