She wears makeup for fear that the scares on the inside will soon be seen from the outside.

The scares from the wounds caused by the words and actions of people she thought cared for her but instead just took another stab at her.

Plunging the knife so deep inside that she started to not even feel the pain anymore.
Started to wonder if there was anyone even inside anymore, or if she was just a shell of a person sent here to be used and tossed aside.

She started believing this,
For believing it was better in her eyes then facing the truth that this world is filled with people who have lost the kindness and compassion she knows we are all born with.
That kindness and compassion that is stolen away by this harsh world.

She lives everyday facing the reality that this is her life, accepting it as home.

sometimes i feel like i spend
too much time creating
beautiful things
to be beautiful
myself
even if i'm
wasting away
in front of the computer --
-- as my mother likes to say
i'll never be wasted enough
to be considered
a tragic beauty
and the regular kind
is lost on me.

you don't like girls who sass back

you want a girl who'll follow you around like a sheepdog

cleaning up your scraps.

you don't like girls who talk a lot

or too loudly

you'd prefer meek with a dash of kitten sweater

and i don't have anything against kitten sweaters

they're ******* awesome

but i've got a huge problem

with meek

so you and me...

it's not gonna happen

and thats the thing,
i still love him.
i really do.
i love the way his cologne smells.
the way he fidgets when he gets nervous.
the way his eyes are so, so beautiful.

but, i do not feel the need to
go past your door anymore to catch your
attention.
all i need to do is sit at my lunch table or
hangout with another teacher for you to
magically come in, flustered and handsome,
for you to make a conversation with me.
and thats it, huh?
all i ever needed to do was to
tell you i was happy for you
for you to realize that you need
me in your life as well, just as
much as i need you
in mine.

i can see it in your glances
at church and in the
way you smile at me
when you pass me by or
in the way your voice gets
lower when you
speak to me.

do not hide your love for me,
its highly illogical and all it
does is wear the both of
us out.

sweet dreams darling.

shes proud because
maybe he'll notice her
too.

Look into his eyes
And see the flame dance for me
Mine shines for him too.

This love may be wrong
But our flames still intertwine
Increasing in size.

But how is it wrong?
To share a flame with someone
To love with passion.

Tell me, why you think
Me and him should be apart?
Like this week’s laundry?

Like he is the whites
And I’m the different colors.
Keep us from dyeing.

Tell me, why you think
We can’t have marriage?
We are committed.

We’ve been together
For the longest, longest time
So can’t we marry?

Look into his eyes
And look into all of ours
We love like y’all do.