Hands wrapped together in an eternal *******.
Promises whispered to the universe.
Your touch, so soft, like a butterfly's wings.
Our heartfelt embrace and our final farewell.
If I'd known that it would've been forever, I would've held on a little longer.
Held you a little tighter.
Kissed you a little more.
The streetlight, flickering, bathed in moonlight.
The rain, blanketing the world in a blinding mist.
A screech of tires.
A flash of blood.
You, my love, were no more.
You left me forever.
And you took my heart with you.

...Is terrifying.
Every line feels like a judgement.
...Is beautiful.
Every line feels like a symphony.
...Is art.
Every line feels like a masterpiece.
...Is pain.
Every line feels like a heartbreak.
...Is love.
Every line feels like a dedication.
...Is me.
Every line, every word, every letter feels like my own.

I spent all night drawing.
My friends said they love it.
But I'm no good, so why bother trying?

I practiced the song for weeks.
I got first place in the talent show.
But I'm no good, so why bother trying?

I spent hours perfecting the recipe.
They ate all of it, and asked for more.
But I'm no good, so why bother trying?

We hid behind the bleachers.
You had your lips parted, ready for a kiss.
But I'm no good, so why bother trying?

Why try when I've already failed?

I have been created.
Called.
Summoned.
It echoes through dimensions.
The call only I can hear.
The scream.
The whisper.
The echo.
The call only I can hear.
It changes as I listen.
It goes loud, booming into my ears.
It goes quiet, until I strain myself to hear it.
Even when it fades, it's still there in my head.
In my head.
In my head.
In my head.
It screams at me.
Too loud!
Stop!
Please!
But the call doesn't listen.
It just keeps shouting.
In my head.
In my head.
In my head.

Although I am freezing, I warm your heart.
I bring everyone together, though I'm gone by morning.
Swirling down in a haze, I cover everything in beauty,
But you can't admire me without destroying me.

What am I?

I am the spring, gentle and kind.
I am the summer, outgoing and enthusiastic.
I am the autumn, dreamy and sweet.
I am the winter, shy and quiet.

I spread my flowers through the wind.
I give everybody a good time.
I help everyone come together.
I provide endless cuddle opportunities.

I am warmth.
I am light.
I am love.
I am togetherness.

I am not the seasons.
I am the flower.

Blooming in spring.
Flourishing in summer.
Wilting in autumn.
Dying in winter.

Sometimes I'm not sure what I am.
A poet?
An author?
Or am I just some idiot who thinks her stories are worth sharing?
That's right. Her. I'm a girl.
A girl who can't figure out what she wants in life.
To write poetry?
To write love stories?
To write exciting stories?
Or maybe, I just want to write.
Write.
Let the words flow out of me, like a spout from my brain.
Write.
Let the words come from you.
It doesn't matter how good they are.
Just leave a trail of words behind you.
Write.
Like me.
And maybe one day, you'll find yourself.