he‘s the embodiment of chaos,
an epitome of insecurity.
rage travels within his veins,
eventually percolating from his fangs,
masquerading itself as honey
and allowing me to swallow it all down.
and once im bulging with his animosity,
he sinks his fangs into the plump exterior of my heart, draining me of everything i am.
until im nothing but putty in his hands.

Prettier than a lone rose in the winter, like a rainbow coloured umbrella on a snowy desert, you stand out. You're more special than a purple sunset, you're so beautiful, and you don't know how that smile makes lions purr. Noah_arkenswagg

seeing you with him hits me like a massive train.
im over you, i am. i’ve moved on with my life, in more ways than one.
but seeing you with him makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand tall. seeing you sharing our songs with him makes me nauseous, though i have no right to feel this way.
you’re not in love with me anymore, you love him.
and the realization that you don’t love me is agonizing.
i can’t catch a breath because he caught it first.
he gets to love you like i did once upon a time.
but, he’ll never love you the way i did.
he’ll never cherish you the way i did.
he’ll never get to see every layer of your personality the way that i did.

but he’ll get to touch you.
he’ll get to hold your hand and feel the delicate skin against his palm.
he’ll get to see how your eyes glisten when the sun shines, and hits them just right.
and he gets to reassure you about how exquisite you are or how angelic your voice sounds when you’re still half asleep.
he’ll get to comb his fingers through your hair, and he will get to hear your laugh every day.

i hope he treats you the way you deserve.
i hope he can give you everything i wasn’t able to.
i hope he teases you about your height even if you’re taller than him.
i hope he reminds you every day how ravishing you are, and never allows a time where you don’t have a grin plastered on your face.
because you deserve it. you deserve everything good in this world.
you broke my heart more than once, and im still trying to rebuild the pieces until it’s whole again. but i want nothing less than perfect for you. i know that’s not me, and im making my peace with that. i hope the two of you will bring out the best in each other.
i hope you teach him things about life that you’ve taught me.
i’ll never forget the love and envy we shared together. how could i?
i couldn’t forget the woman who shaped me into who i am today.
i couldn’t forget the love i had for you that was so strong, it continues to fuel my existence.
the love i had for you made me become a better person, it helped me to learn what love undoubtedly means.
it will help me with my future relationships,
it will help me to know it’s okay to love openly and exuberantly.
but most of all, our love will help me to say goodbye to you.

the man with the long hair caught my attention today.
something inside of him was luring me to stand by his side.
the weight of the captivating man's ambiance was suffocating.
i was drowning in the feeling of his life that surrounded me.
what was so special about the man with the long hair?
it's as if power was raveled in the beautiful mane that lay atop his head.
when our eyes met for the first time, there was something holding me there. Something's preventing me from pulling away.
there was something about his stare that was so bewitching.
i suddenly desired to know this man.
i longed to hear his story; to know why i felt so biddable just from his aura.
i turned to ask his name, but alas, he was nowhere to be seen.
and i was left standing in the middle of a busy street,
wondering how my life will be complete
without the man with the long hair.

I thank you
Swallow my mind whole
Leave not a crumb
Consume my words
Know my grief
Watch as I sink
Each cry for help
Every bit was for you
Oh sweet audience
How I do love the spotlight
Little candles burn at stages edge
Let me not sear at flame

In 1914 when the cold wind blew,
Through no-mans land with a familiar tune.

In two opposing languages,
Both sides sang,
In perfect harmony,
Their voices rang out.

Two brave souls who started it all,
Risked their lives for a game of ball.

Germany and UK played side-by-side,
Enemies who became friends despite their divide.

A Christmas truce and a miracle of war,
A handshake that would become much, much more.