And because every man is made of crystal;

And every woman is made of steel

Where you try to find white

But you end up submerged in black

Where you try to encounter roses

But end up finding only weeds

Where you try to drink from a pond of fresh water

But you taste all its saltiness

When you expect to open your eyes to a clear sky

But its only ashy Heaven

Where you expect to find harmony

But everything is harmonious chaos

Where you expect to find life

But it's only a barren land

Where you expect the sun to warm you up

But all you can feel is demonic frostbite

Expect this:

I'll be there

I'll be smallest butterfly

Flying in the middle of the storm

I'll be the weakest keystone of the Everest

I'll be the breeze that feeds your lungs

You'll be my life and I'll be yours

I'll be every possible cliche, just for you

However, I will always be the man that truly loves you...

DA 2015

you give

you give

me light

me light

and brighten

when all

my days

is dark

you kiss

in ashes

my skin

and cinders

with your

you are

golden rays

my spark

you hide

you keep

my shadows

my ghouls

and make my

and demons

fears small

out of mind

you shine on

you give

my sorrows

me hope

and help my

when there

love grow tall

is none

and when the

to find

cobwebs build

and when dusk

up in my

encroaches

empty soul

on my

you pour

waning soul

yourself

you shoot

out and make

your stars

me full

and let your

you leak

milky beams cull

beauty into

you stop

my morning

my floods

before it's

you dry

begun

my monsoons

you are

you are

my daydream

my fantasy

you are

you are

my sun

my moon

Just sorry and goodbye.

I would've stayed, but I'm too emotional and weak I'm getting depressed. Just know deep in my heart, you made a HUGE impact on my life. I was EXTREMELY happy for the past 2 months. And I couldn't be more greatful for that. ALL your posts means MORE to me than a like button. And I easily get troubled and easily affected with ALL your posts.

Prose is FOR writers. Not wannabes.

So goodbye and happy writing.

And know deep in heart and I'm not being dramatic, I love every single one of you. For reals.

I pray for the right words to seep from my lips

But find myself mute

I try to force paper and pen to create something beautiful

Yet find nothing but ink blots and nonsense

Again and again I fail to find what I am searching for

On the days my mind refuses to speak

What I'd LIKE to think of myself as is a

confident woman who has the ability to speak up

her mind and show

her true self.

A woman

of substance.

A woman

whose strong yet so loving.

A woman

whose words gratify others

A woman

whose smile never falters

A woman

with a straight mind (haha I had to add that because I'm cray cray)

But unfortunately,

I'm none of those..

And I can only live

like her in my

fictional world.

"they just don't understand,"

she told me,

debunking my issues

with a slip of her lips

as we drank bullshit

through plastic cups

of lemonade.

we couldn't trade numbers

or email,

but we could barter our stories,

so i sold her my suicide note

for a smile.

in return,

she let me peek into the life

of a sixteen-year old girl

who smoked weed once

and thought it was the best feeling in the world.

i learned

curiosity didn't kill her,

but she almost killed herself.

she was ashamed of her scars

but she wore t-shirts,

because recovery is wearing your broken heart on your sleeve

and hoping everyone has stitches.

unfortunately,

we were all the needles,

but i would've ripped myself apart again

if it meant she'd be saved.

it takes courage

to collapse

and she was too goddamn brave.