Reasons to SmileBefore the lightThat's in this place,I sat in roomsOf darkness.My skin was red,Covered in cutsAnd scrapes both young andOld.But, then, my scarsFlew off a cliffAnd crashed intoThe rocks.Before, I hadMarks young and old;Now, most I haveNo more.Now, my wristsAre coated withCream colored scars that yet haveAged.With each glance I giveTo each of these streaks,A smile falls uponMy lips.
Wavering DesiresAt first,I only wantedTo die from beingCursed-For every boneTo crack and burn,Because I was soAlone.Time has gone by,Change has come,And I think I mayTryWithstanding the wavesAnd not retreatingTo my lonely, lonelyCave.One day, you may tire,Though, and leave me with my fear:My now waveringDesires.
HauntedI have a secretI tell no oneThat stalks my everyDream.It forms my nightmaresFrom which I no longer fear;I am accustomed to itsHorror.It begins my daysWith endless struggle,And dares me to withstand theMourning.I want it to endAll by itselfSo that they don’t feelAlone,But I promise nothing;This hell won’t leaveAnd I wish not to live soHaunted.
Simplistic ImpossibilitiesOne day, my lifeWill be more square than ovalAnd will end,Coming full circle.Until this dayWhen I write no moreAnd succumb to itsRevenge,I only wishTo find my prince,And to be charmed by himTo death.
Loaning GoldMy chest feels numb,My heart leaks black,And stains the fronts ofShirts.His shirts are soakedWith streaks of goldThat leak from his ownFront.I crave the goldDespite the factThat black sometimes hidesGold.In time enough,He may regretLoaning me anyGold,But, for now, I’d ratherStick around and continueMy spiral ofBliss.
Love LetterIt matters notThe words I write;What matters mostIs your delight.When you glance uponThese pages I've penned,Please remember allThe love that I send.Years from now,I hope you still seeThe gallons of loveThat, for you, I free.
MaybeSometimes I layAwake at nightAnd wonder whatYou thinkAbout my lifeAnd my regretsAnd all of myAfflictions.I’m not nearlyThe best in beauty,Or talent or otherDepartments.My love is allI have to offer,And I know it isn'tMuch,But maybe youCould still love me,And fill my emptyHeart.
ChangingMy face is linedDespite my youth,And eyes are crinkledLike an elder’s.My mirror is likeA muddy puddleJudging by myReflection.My nails are dullAnd cracked a bitBy scraping downMy arms.Though, now, things are changing;No matter where I look,I see pastWhat I couldn't.I've given some thoughtAs to why this is,And I can only thinkOf one answer.Your words have erasedThe thoughts in my head,And replaced them with thoughtsOf you.Perhaps I am notThe reason for allMy failures, disputes,And heartbreaks.Your beautiful voice,Like harpsichords in my headMakes me want to live in my HellForever.As you tell meYou love me,Everything disappearsBut you.Your words make me thinkThat I will move forwardAnd stop hurtingEveryone and I.