I wont stop you as you leave;

The sun has set,

Im not as easy to deceive,

Yet I struggle to forget.

In the past I was naive,

I’ve been scorched by regret;

All those lies you made me believe

Ever since we met.

And for that I grieve;

Loving a silhouette,

Not knowing that me you would bereave,

And that I’d forever be in debt.

Go with the setting sun

For the night has already begun.


Our Story

Our story began beautifully.

The hot summer current brought us together, awakening feelings we never knew existed.

The autumn breeze carried our laughter as we danced together.

The cold winter air twirled around us as we ice skated hand in hand, trying not to fall.

The spring air was suffocating, drying my tears as I listened to you put an ending to our story.

All stories come to an end.

I just hoped ours wouldn’t.

Heartfelt Melody

It began with the strum of a chord. 

The midnight skies screeched and cried. The waves crashed against each other in anguish. The trees trashed around violently, throwing their leaves like knives. The wind cut everything in its path, leaving nothing but desolation behind. Lava spewed from the ground, spreading like a plague. The earth wailed and trembled, pleading for the song to come to an end. But it never did. You continued to play the wicked song, adoring the misery and hurt it caused. But one day the strings will rupture and there will be nothing left to strum. The vile melody will dissipate, bringing peace and healing upon the earth. But that peace won’t last long for you will find other heart strings to play with. 

A Blessing and a Curse

My mom always told me not to be selfish.

She told me not to be mean.

And so now I am selfless, big-hearted.

Most people will think that being like that is a blessing, but it’s really a curse in disguise.

I trust too easily,

I forgive too fast,

I love too much.

I bend over backwards for people I don’t even know.

I smile and say everything’s okay even though I’m really screaming for help on the inside.

I don’t want to bother people with my problems. There are already too many problems in the world, we don’t need another one. At least that’s what I tell myself, but on the inside, I just want someone who cares. I just want someone who asks me how I really am.

I want someone who loves me how I love them.

In my life, I’ve learned that being compassionate and selfless means people will take advantage of you. I mean, it is much easier to take advantage of someone who will do anything to please you; someone who will do anything to see you smile.

I’ve had my heart broken many times.

I’ve had people rip my heart to shreds and then put it back together just to break it again weeks later.

I’ve had my happiness stolen many times.

I’ve had people tearing that everlasting smile from my face and throwing it overboard into the salty sea of tears.

It hurts. It hurts so much. And the worst of it all is that the ones who break my heart are always the ones I love the most.

And yet I let it happen again and again and again.

I mean, right now there is a person with my heart in their hands, holding on ever so tightly. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see if they’ll care and mend for my heart’s wounds or if they’ll throw it away, leaving it to be eaten by sharks.


I smile and laugh and yet, behind this mask, I drown in tears.

All these years I’ve said nothing, never once asked for help.

Always putting my problems aside to assist you.

Always asking if you’re okay.

Always sacrificing myself for your well being; for your happiness.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not mad at you. On the contrary, I’m happy you’re content with life.

I thrive on your happiness.

I keep my problems and sadness to myself so you won’t have to see them. It would only make you upset, and that’s the last thing I want.

But I can’t live like this anymore.

I feel like I’m suffocating and yet I’m breathing fine.

I care for you; I love you. But you never ask me how I’m really doing. Never have you taken interest in my life, in my struggles.

Maybe you’re not the only one who’s hurting.

Maybe you’re not the only one who needs saving.

So please, I beg of you, show me you care.

One Last Time

As I pack my bag

I only ask

That you say

You love me


I won’t stay

Tomorrow will be too late

I’ll leave

I’m not that naive


I won’t come back

So please, I beg

Won’t you tell me you love me

One last time



Yesterday you told me

That you loved me.

You gave me a rose;

As long as it grows

Our love will too.

But you knew.

As all roses wither,

Love dies quicker.


In that cruel world

The shadows twirled.

They danced around,

Stomping the ground.

Their laughter, taunting.

Their faces, haunting.

But their eyes;

Images of paradise.


My angel, I would love to help.

But I hope you understand that I can’t.

Oh, how I’d love to help with all your problems. It hurts to see you so sad. But I’ve never been through anything like it, I don’t know how to help.

You tell me that my voice alone is enough to make you happy, but I can’t understand how that’s true. I don’t understand how my voice helps you go through this. But it doesn’t matter. All that matters is if you’re okay. My only worry is your happiness.

I’m happy to help you, I’m here for you forever and always. But I don’t know how to help. I try and try, but at the end of the day, it feels like I accomplished nothing.

I fear that as soon as the call ends, you go back to that sad world you live in. I fear that one day that world ends up consuming you.

My angel, I would love to help.

But I hope you understand that I can’t.


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