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 …

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 …