She is sadness
Lost in the depths of her imagination
She appears bright and vibrant to everyone she meets
A soul so pure there is no way she can be incomplete
But only she knows
She is sadness

Silence speaks louder than words they say
But what happens when silence turns into repeated disappointment?
Swallowing words that threaten to break free from my lips
Constantly wanting to please everyone
Never quite pleasing the self
But It’s a pattern now
A part of me
All I know
All I’ve ever known

I wrote my name in the sand and waited for your waves
to carry the sound of my name away
I did not realize I would be waiting an eternity,
Your supposed love in all its breivity
because your waves are weak, and your tides run low
and a love like mine, someone like you could never really know.
That you lack depth, and could never dive into the sea of my constellations,
That your soul reeked of rancid  soul ******* desperation.
That you could never love a love like me,
So let me write my own name in the sand,
and let me leave it there engraved in the earth
My name to keep.

I don’t want to remember
The way you made me feel
The casual glances
The smiles
The sound of your voice
Signalling a flurry of butterflies to erupt from within
How was it so easy for you to forget
When I’m still plagued by these thoughts
I don’t want to remember

His thread weaving through my silk cloth
Agonizing at first I had thought,
he punctured exhaustively through my sheath.
I felt broken and torn from deep beneath
I then came to the realization; I was sewn up tighter and tougher than ever before
so

Thank you.