Misconstrued.

They speak of love like a force, An entity of its own, Enveloping mere mortals. Possessing them, Taking over in ways that failed to appeal to me, And I believed. But this, This is nothing like I envisioned. This is soothing, Like cool breeze on a warm summer’s night. Calming, Like a drag of Mary …

You Write Because You Can’t Speak.

Have you ever had so much to say, You settle for silence? Because your hearts is too full, And your thoughts too complex, To relay on to the simple minded. And so, the weight of your words, Rest heavy on your tongue. It’s impossible to lift. Impossible to speak. You are hushed by your own …

Lost And Not Found.

I had lost my innocence trying to persevere, Misplaced my happiness by choosing to stay, Given up my voice listening to yours. Most of all, I lost my compassion trying to guard my heart. I'm not the same person. A.

I Hate This.

I hate tears Hate to feel Hate to be knees deep In emotions all so overwhelming And words from acquaintances All so endearing I hate the weakness The helplessness The sense of worthlessness I hate having to depend On friends and family This false sense of familiarity Also having to defend My reason to enjoy …