Pretty eyes,
pretty smile,
pretty hands,
pretty ***;

She handles
all those
compliments
fields all those
unwanted stares.

Some young guy
says something nice,
but when she doesn’t
acknowledge him
he calls her a
stuck up *****.

Some one
grabs her ***.

Someone
presses her up
against a wall.

Someone
raises her blouse.

Someone
intrudes
where he is
not meant to.

Now she is awkward.

Now she is uncomfortable,

Now she is untrusting.

Now she doesn’t
want to be beautiful.

It was the way you smiled-
With peace, but uncertainty-
Of yourself and those around you.
Which made me covet you,
More then when I first saw you.
An angel that fell-
Into my world.
An angel I wanted to call mine.

These words I write,
Could never match the way I feel.
Too deep and intricate,
That you too-
If felt the same as I,
Couldn’t write such stanzas to match this soul.

A cry,
A cry for help I scream at the top of my lungs,
My tears fall,
yet you you decide not to catch them.
The fake love we show to the ones around us,
How powerful and intimidating it is.
It controls our actions and deceives us to feel things that never existed.
That isn’t love.
That is the opposite of love.
That is denial.
Denial of what you deserve.
Oh how stupid they are,
For treating something so angelic so devilish.

Me wanting you,
Breaks down every moral I have.
Breaks down the pieces of me I spent so long to build.
Where did your love go?
You say it’s not me but you.
What can I do?
To save the only person that I was meant for,
Which was you.
But maybe i was wrong
Wrong about the possibilities of you changing.
The possibilities of you becoming the man you once used to be.

Me wanting you,
Breaks every little piece of my heart,
All because of a simple feeling called love..

It was hard to let go.

Not because of the thought of being alone,
But the nostalgic of you.

I began to see you in everything.
Everyone.

It's almost as if you never left,
but had no recognition of who I was.  

I still love you.
But you let go so easy,
So I guess you never loved me.

~Blue Bird~

Looking out the window,
you see the rain pour from the clouds and a bird gliding through the drenched sky.

You feel remorse for yourself that even through the storm,
that bird continues to fly.

You sit there and think,
if only you had the strength of that bird.

But sweetie, you do.
You just choose not to get wet.

                                                           K.H.