Love is an impenetrable fortress.
Much unlike my heart,
Which shakes and falls into shambles
With little to no effort.
I take my heart-string sword in hand
And slice at Love's strong walls.
Every chop an ineffective gamble,
Causing damage only to me.
Battle scarred and worn, I rest tonight.
Only to repeat The Quest tomorrow

Dear Mr. Poet Man,
How do you do that?
You make the most of everything
Even when there is nothing.
It confounds me so to see,
Mr. Poet Man,
The things my heart says to me in utmost secrecy
Written in your words.
How, Mr. Poet Man, do you constantly see
Beauty in all things, Even Death?
I need to know Mr. Poet Man,
How does one die beautifully?
Would I be beautiful to you then?

I see you there in all your beauty.
I wonder if you even know I exist.
You're smile brings happiness to my heart.
Light to my eyes.
I indulge the fantasy that you'll see me in a different way.
You'll know how much I care and mimic that.
It's challenging to turn an unrequited love to a love undeterred.
If you'd give me one chance, I would prove...
That the greatest thing you'll ever learn,
is just to love and be loved in return.

The past is not a speck of dust
One can wipe away with cloth.
Nor does it just come at night
like a hungry moth.
It's the elephant in your mind
taking all the storage space
and people know of it's existence
They can see it on your face
when you gaze into the air
observe Intensely the specks of dust
collecting layer after layer.
*Is the past a speck of dust?

I have been there through every love,
every flame-cast relationship.
I have seen your pain
and healed your wounds.
I have mended your heart
and cured your love-scorned soul.
Then you leave, my duty complete,
to find a love...and do it all again.

He comes to me, shrouded in darkness, in the dead of night.
Blue eyes, glowing, waiting
For his prey, I, lay dormant.
He pounces,
Lycan teeth gnashing, tearing at my heart.
I feel a sense of belonging, and at the same time...ruin.
A monster I've come to love.
I wake...
Alone, with no wolf...no love.
I remain at his mercy, and yet he isn't even there.