She doesn't know
But I think I love her
And I think that I want her
To be mine
She doesn't know
But talking to her
Makes me smile like
I've just won the lottery
She doesn't know
But even writing this
I get a pang in my stomach
From a storm of butterflies
She doesn't know
But no one compares to her
She doesn't know
But everyone else does

a thorn of a broken rose
dug into my skin and i suddenly froze.
the crimson drips down my icy arm,
why is it that beauty can cause such harm?
stained with blood i blossom with the same hues as the rose,
to expose my hurt and represent a flower so beautiful is juxtaposed.

The Moment was Frozen in time,
it wants to continue, it never ends.
its friends pulling Knives threatening
my livelihood.

They don't hear the tears
falling upon the dry, brittle leafs,
never see the strain on my face.

Anthony J. Nacke

The Small Rose blooms in
the Garden. it's smell fills the
nostrils with perfume. it's the
Sunshine. The Butterflies that
gather. Their show of colors that's
God's wonders.

Anthony J. Nacke

I've been putting up with so many people since day one;
and I...

No.  Stop writing.

I don't understand the mix of my emotions lately.  
I just want to leave some people behind and push them out of my life.
Toxic*
They are toxic to me- unwanted in my system.

I'm tired.
I'm just tired.