i wonder if it will last
is everything really in the past?
i never want to say goodbye
i know i’ll have to one day
i just hope
that it isn’t
soon.

I have heard that the people who have

dam                                                            ­                   aged
you

are not the people that can help in piecing
you together again.
Yet, for right now, I crave your hands.
Your fingers
          running through
                              my hair.  
Untangled Worries.
Although your fingers are cold and boney,
this is what the feel of love was for me.
For so long.

I am trying my hardest to find a new love
within my own hands.

So I often tend to torture myself by letting my mind run free
I start to wonder... What would happen if I died. Right here, right now. I wonder... Would people cry? Would people miss me?
But the harsh reality of it would be is that I'd be nothing more than a bad memory.
I'd be forgotten about and thrown away like a child's old toy.
I'd be buried deeper than I was before, and I would still be walked all over.
The truth is nothing would change if I were gone, life would continue on.
And I would still be that little girl, lost to Earth.