I'm not "smart" like them.

I'm not "bright" as them.

I'm not "confident" like them.

I'm not "beautiful" as them.

I'm not "someone" like them.

Can you just accept that?

I don't like crying myself anymore

-Said myself in the mirror.

Come join us in the garden
Your army days are done
Sit down and take it easy
Enjoy soak up the sun.

Now you need no longer worry
You will never be going back
Relax no need to hurry
Just forget about the past.

You say it's hard to carry on
Leaving the horrors of war behind
You often have those nightmares
From behind the enemy line.

So look now toward the future
The poserbilitys they are vast
There is that new horizon
Even though it's hard to grasp.

Come join us in the garden
Leave those fearful days behind
Look at all the lovely flowers
Representing peaceful times.

Look at this gardens beaughty
The war just had to end
Who knows what lies ahead of you
Your enemy could become your friend.

The aftermath you left me with remains
by a consent look over my shoulder.
The whispers on the metro that have your voice,
even though I haven't seen you in 11 years.
The tick in my head tells me how you've been living.
The tick is the click on my laptop mouse to get to your facebook screen.
No call to say I'm a big sister.
No call to say how you have been doing.
I have come to found out you moved,
Is it near me?
Do I have to worry about you trying to see me?
Or are you moving on and avoiding me?
I write about you like you were once my lover but instead you were my abuser.
You were the one to blow smoke in my face and say how much you loved me.
Then hurt me in a way that future people could see the hurt in me.
Do you ever think about the pain you caused me?
Or are you just writing your name on everyone and passing it on.
You are the virus I conceal and don't let people know about until it is too late.

She can walk
          between
             night and day
               never letting either
                  get in her way.
She learned this trick
                     many moons ago
                                by
                     going deep within
           and never letting it show.
Her soul is innocent
her heart is pure
she’s gone through more
than most could endure.
            She’s an angel of light
                 an angel of dark
                 you never know
              what you will spark.
                      You want to hurt her?
                         Please, go ahead and try
                           she’ll be the one to show you
                                  just how well she can
                                                              f
­                                                                l­
                                                                ­  y.
                                  Her soul innocent
                    her heart pure
      but never think for one minute
that she’s not secure.
                                Say what you will
                          please, do what you must
                       but your jealousy and hatred
                             won’t waver her trust!
~

Let me be guided
and inspired
by just a few words today
as long as they are worthy to say.

"What would you know about love?"

                    I know it's supposed to hurt

                                                  ...but not like this