When I was younger
I snuck kisses to a kid
during nap time.
The teacher had to
separate us since
I wouldn't stop
kissing them.

Now eight years later
and I hate recalling the
ever so burning
memories.

People don't believe the
story.
Seeing that I'm not
attractive
and that I'm so
awkward.
They say I make it up,
but no I'm not.

I was going to marry
the kid.
I really thought I loved them.
I loved how they smelt.
Or the way they laughed.
The way they said my name made me smile.
I was a little seven year old
who fell in love.

I wonder where they are now.
But I would never know
since they shut me out of their
life.
After I left the daycare I saw them
once.
They ignored me as our mothers
spoke.
My mom got onto me for not
talking to the kid.
I couldn't bear to tell her
that I had kissed that kid
that I really had liked them.

I couldn't tell her because that kid
was a girl and I'm a girl as well.
"She'll hate me" I told myself
So I've never told her about
the shared kisses and moments
between me and that other
little seven year old.

once the thoughts start
you cant stop them
they antagonize you
they push and push and push
until you break

now you're sitting here
blood stains on your shorts
your blade in your palm
you're shaking

they did it again
the thoughts, the hurt you
no
you hurt you

Spinning like a ghost

on the bottom of a

top,

I'm haunted by all

the space that I

will live without

you.

You led her on,
Made her believe that you loved her,
Made her believe you cared,
Made her trust you and open that door she had closed so tight.
She let you in,
And you let her down.
She fell for you hard,
You said you would catch her,
So why did she hit the ground?
She believed in you,
When no one else had,
And this is how you repay her?
This is so sad...
You led her here,
With words of love
And acts of romance,
Just to leave her there,
Her heart torn in two,
To fend for herself,
And find someone new.

So he went and went, the mid time king
With his face on the road and his mind on the wind
When the crows started to sing
He declined the wisdom of his mind.

His long path way out of being completed
With his eyes and mind closed
The crows undefeated
Started to poison his mind from time to time
So then he shall be remembered
As the king of crimes.

And there it goes, the mid time king in his endless pride
Remembered by his devotion of the day but his slothful soul at night
Puppet of the ravens and his own mind
So then the time came when he have to fight to death with his own envy
He fought day and night
Himself and his envy on a dance of swords
He, weaker than his envy, lost the grip of the fight, drowned by his pride.
So then the proud king killed himself. Ending the fight of his mind
And ending the story of the unkind.