one is too little, two may be perfect, three is too much.
four is hard to keep track, five my head is spinning.
six i wish i never had that much to drink, seven i watch the clock ticking.
eight, is that a tape recorder? nine, i wish you were here with me.
ten, it's too late, too late i guess.

Love me like I love you.
With a love more than love.
Like Annabell lee and Poe.

Be the June to my Johnny.
Don't be easy.
Just give me the chance.

Don't leave me like the red haired women did Bukowski.
But let us both feel a love as strong as he did.

Let me be your stars,
Let me be the fuel to your fire.
Let me be the butter to your popcorn.

Because you're already more than that to me.
Let me give something back to you.

An object succumb to silence from an alley of dark void,
Fouls air flowing through an old wooden window,

Fear expressing itself on the face of an old woman sitting into a rocking chair,
One finger ***** by her cushion needle
when utters a verse of old riddle,
Reflection from the moon through dusty curtains,

And the sound of a rushing wind swiftly disturb
Something flowing in the misty air looking to be settled

Trapped to an object of affection,
A gift the child find infatuated
Doesn’t breath and no eyes to see
No trace of heartbeats pounding,

Hollowed look and strange eyes rest in the hand of a little girl
standing at the doorway with a length of hair blowing in the misty wind,

A metamorphic grandma have seen
The child utters ‘’you are in a dream’’
Slamming windows and banging doors,
The frighten child scream
And dropped a strange looking doll on the floor,

A prayer whisper from the old widows lips
With a thick dark cloud  forces the sun to eclipse,
Only to lit a candle stick, she spoke ‘’pick up the doll my child’’

Foot steps ascending from the wooden floor beneath
And the child was nowhere to be found,
The silence patters with an heartbeat

A leaking pipe dripping softly from the other side of the silence,
Up the stairs on wooden floor
are heavy steps from tiny feet’s,
The turning sounds of an open door,
there stand a doll with hollowed creeps

“But Eve… Different isn’t always a good thing.” Said Annabeth, oblivious, in a state of self-loathing,

At first, Eve was silent, basking, shocked of how this lively girl just spoke not so lively. But then…

“Different is always a good thing. In the simplicity of society, where each and every body is demanded to be the same, where everyone aspires towards fitting in with the standards shoved into their faces, and where those who stray from this very path are labeled as outcasts, change is a good thing. In fact, change, the metamorphosis of the very nature of this world, is needed. Without it, everyone would not even know that they are following the direction in which our community persuades. In fashion, you are not. Astray from the normal, you are. But do not ever think of this as a terrible thing. You, with your skinny frame, blatant display of ribs and bones, bloodshot eyes, pale skin and the miniscule amount of hair on your head, though may not be perceived as something normal, are more than what they are- those who label you as such. Do not listen to those who tell you that you are sick and do not belong in this world anymore. You are not sick because of that, but because God willed it. In all his Glory, he willed you to be sick and come to him quicker than anyone would have thought. That, my dear, makes you special. Different, a definition of it is to not be like another person, and life, my precious Anna, would completely miserable and uninteresting, you see, if there were to be a world of sameness. A personal hell, I would call it, a wormhole of insanity. So, Annabell… Different, as you and every other person on this Earth is, is actually a phenomenal thing. A phenomenal thing indeed…”

He complained about the bills
because she left him with the furniture
But his words they ****
He didn't care that he was hurting her

It was always all about him and
He was angry that she had left
But she had to save herself
her whole life's a freaking mess

She cried all the time
Even when she was working
Coworkers talked crap about her
They didn't realize she was hurting

No one ever reached out
Even though they all could see
She's not the bright young woman
she always used to be

With the exception of one
The only one she could tell
The last person she expected
Her coworker Annabelle

Annabell could see the same
At least she cared enough to ask
She actually reached out and
Slowly took off her mask

Who would've thought help would
come from such a stranger
She listened to understand and
Tried to warn her of all the danger

This kind of relationship
Will only ever get worse
But she was so in love and
she only wanted to make it work

They said she was dumb for staying so long
But how could she ever leave
In the worlds eyes he did no wrong
And she didn't have the heart to speak

About the pain he caused
And the time he held his gun.
I mean don't get me wrong
"you can't blame him he was drunk"

Right??

But what about the times he screamed?
Just because he had a bad day?
It had nothing to do with her
But really, what was she supposed to say?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
She would sit there and she would take it
I mean if he really loved her
then how could he just fake it?

It Had to be her fault.
I mean, why else would he do it?
No matter what he did
She always knew they could get through it

But She was so wrong

he always said he was sorry
he said that he would change and
she didn't have to worry
But she had to be to blame.

But now she so broken and so damage
she can't even hear his name
without flashbacks and anxiety
don't even get her started on her panic attacks and sobriety!

She finally grew the courage to leave
it was the hardest thing she done
it wasn't easy please believe
she wasn't leaving to have fun

She didn't leave him because she didn't love him
she left him because he didn't love her
that kind of life,
was it really what she deserved?

That's what the world seem to believe
there was nothing she could say
to make them understand
without giving him away

So she stayed silent. So silent.
And she harbored all that pain
until it was just too much
And she didn't want to live another day.

But she deserved a better ending.
He destroyed her without consequence
so with one last attempt to save her life
she finally told her parents

and their hearts literally broke
with every tear running down her face
and with every word she spoke
and they finally understood

why she had become so distant
she didn't want them to see
The change in her soul
and how could they have missed it

so she stopped coming over
she ignored all attempts
they did nothing wrong
but she couldn't let them in

to this disaster she once called home?
Devastation covered their faces
so many emotions pouring out
so they met her with their embrace and

She sat there and she just thought
how can I let this be?
all the messed up things that he said
and did to me?

But what could she even do?
He already spread his lies
and like all drama in this town
it's spread like raging wildfire

and it wasn't long before her "friends"
were voicing their opinion's
About a life they knew nothing of
And a nightmare they didn't live in

she had nowhere to go
and no one she could ever trust
there was no Safehaven and
there was no justice

For the once Beautiful soul
that he destroyed
but can you really blame him?
With the truth so sad, wouldnt you devise a ploy?

Yeah?

Or would you convince her
That it's "nobody's business?"
Because that's what he did
when she wanted therapy to fix it

This tragedy is never ending
and my hand is getting tired
maybe next time you hear a rumor
you won't be so quick to buy it

she still holds onto all her secrets
never said a single word
doesn't that make you sad?
The helpless soul that was never heard?

He was nervous I could tell
His smile was shaky and his eyes watered.
"Anna." He murmured looking me straight in the eyes.
He bent down in front of me and my eyes flew wide open, he quickly took something out of his pocket and he opened the box.
I gasped at the sight in front of me
"Will You Marry Me Annabell Collins?" His voice was so hopeful I couldn't help but gasp in admiration at this man and this gorgeous huge ring. I also couldn't get over the fact that someone was asking me to be with them forever. He wanted me...Forever. Every single day for the rest of our lives he wanted to wake up next to me. I couldn't be happier.

"Yes!" I cheered. "I will marry you!."