Whenever you held my hand I thought of the consequences,
Whenever you kissed me I thought of what might happen,
Whenever you put your arm around me I knew it wouldn't last,
And you wonder why I didn't believe a word you said,
Because all my doubts came true,
You never loved me,
That's why I never loved you,
I was raised cautious, not blind,
I was always told to beware of people like you,
Who disguise themselves as lovers when all they are, are liars,
You said it was cute, how careful I was,
Well is it still cute now? When you're not around,
You made the worry worse, even more than it was,
More catious than ever,
More careful than before,
Was that you're goal?
For me to scare away the next one?
Like I did with you,
Then congratulations, it's done.

Dark alleys
are for catious lovers.
Cigarette butts littered
the asphalt
when his lips met mine.

He stole my breath
as easily
as he creeps
into thought.
So powerfully
that
constalations collapse.

Shadows danced
encircling us
teasing of our secret.
Cigarette smoke rising
clinging to me
along with his scent
and affection.

He must have
been carved by God's
and cursed by Ruin.
Fallen to this earth
as a cast away.
His eyes
say so much..

In his arms
I felt
everything
all at once.
The ground shifting
under my feet.
This alley
forever imprinted
with this moment.

Enough luck to brighten your way
And enough pain,
Because without it,
You won't feel like you're living

I wish you enough

Enough mistakes to learn
And enough sadness,
To experience
What makes us catious

I wish you enough

Enough love to be happy
And enough fortune
To enjoy,
The small things that life has to offer

I simply wish you enough

Enough to make you happier.

Rough hands and soft eyes.
A sweet southern drawl and a lopsided grin.
A towering stature and a humble heart.
Intellegence and a sense of humor.
City and country.
Cultured and real.
Faith filled and a musical edge.
Loving and determined.
Adventurous and catious.

Come on dream boy,
Knock on my door.
Mr. Right I am waiting on my front steps,
Looking down the lane.
I know you are on your way,
But I get so anxious for your arrival.
Hey imaginary love,
Come find me.
I will be the one with the uneasy smile
And cautious acceptance of your love.

I lied to myself when I said "I can't be hurt", but as the blades of hurt pierce through my soft skin, I howl in agony.
Blood and tears flood the ground as my body goes numb from the pain words inflicted. I covert myself to escape from the catious eyes of society. Melancholia shaped my secluded existence. "Every individual is unique", but why is it that people judge another's trait? Are deviations really deviations? or are they the ones that make us differ from one another? If so then, are Judgements considered criticisms? or are they considered as compliments?