When I was little I used to think that monsters were apart of a fairy tale. That nothing as terrible as these gruesome creatures could harm me in real life. But then I started to notice them in the people I saw. The girl in my class who teased and taunted was a monster. The teacher who made me sob and screamed loudly was a monster. And the biggest monster of all was the reflection in my bedroom mirror. The girl who held it all in for the world but became something different when all alone. What happens when the thoughts in your head are sicker then the demons lying underneath your bed. I've come to conclusions that demons and monsters aren't just a fairy tale, they don't just stay hidden in books and movies, they are real. But instead of being under my bed or behind a closet door, they live in the darkest place of all, my mind.

Do your words mean anything?
Are they as true and good as you say they are?
Can I count on them?
Or are they just a bunch of nothingness strung together and decorated in pretty lies.

I know I hit rock bottom when you looked me in the eyes and told me that I couldn't be what you needed anymore. You used up all my passion on your artwork and all my love for your heart and all my intelligence for your brain. I wasn't cutting it. But she was. She was overflowing with strokes of paint to create a masterpiece and lust filled eyes and she was sharp on her wit which you knew you could use. It was nothing for you to get up and go, to walk away from anything I ever was. I'm not angry and I'm not upset. She was beautiful and still is. Her beautiful heart will hopefully be able to soothe the cracks in yours and let you see that the whole **** world doesn't revolve around your needs. Because **** I needed you but you just left. You left and I'm fine with that because one day I'll be leaving to. Off into the world unknown, where you are unknown to me.

Everyone is going to have a bad day from time to time, don't take it personally, just let them be.
2.Tell the people you love that you love them all the time and everyday, they need to know.
3.It's never to late to accomplish what you want.
4.Take care of yourself, get the sleep you need, take a warm bath or eat a meal, it will be okay.
5.If you're not in a relationship, it's not the end of the world. You're still beautiful and you always will be, regardless if you're with someone or not.
6.Enjoy the simpler pleasures like sitting on the beach or reading a book to ensure ultimate happiness.
7.Take pride in what you love, no matter what it is, because it's apart of who you are.

People often use the term "home is where the heart is" as reference that home is a literal place. That you can touch it, feel it, live in it and it's physically there. But I just can't seem to wrap my mind around that. Because my heart belongs to a home that isn't there in a physical sense. My home is the way you say my name and draw circles on my lower back. My home is built and structured in between your arms and in the crook of your neck. I've never felt more at home then when we are skin to skin and I want to pull you even closer. No my home is not a building, my home is you and that's where my heart will always be.

Somedays I just live all the way up in my head and I don't want to come down. I fold myself in the corners of my mind and consume myself in thoughts. My body is littered with memories of you....everywhere I look is a place where your fingers have skimmed. I'm afraid. I'm afraid to come down from my mind because I don't want to know what's waiting for me. Are you going to be there, all laced in smiles and charming words or are you going to break my heart and shatter our promises. My mind is safe because it has stored the way you used to rub your thumb on my hand and the way you would kiss me goodnight. If I live all the way up in my head, I don't have to leave you. You could still remain a part of me even if you have left me physically, you're still present in my heart and etched into my brain.

My breathing becomes erratic and warm blood rushes to the tips of my ears as I remember you.  You showed me the world from a clean, glass window. For a while, it was amazing. The view was impeccable and there wasn't a single flaw. But day after day of staring through that clean, glass window I began to panic. The window wouldn't let me break through, let me be free. You kept me under wraps and hid me from a world of untamable beauty and free spirited inhabitants. The clean, glass window was warped with your tainted perspective on a perfect world. I couldn't breathe around you, I was a fish out of water and you didn't mind. As I flailed around, you chuckled and said "it's okay." But it's not okay and you cause me nothing but heart murmurs and not the butterflies in my stomach type. The type that wretches my gut. You did nothing but hurt me when all I ever did was love you.