Happy.

Because slowly but surely it's starting to hurt less.

As my love for him augments.

And the arguments...

are all nonsense.

With a hint of laughs and happiness.

True love I've gone on my search to find.

Are truly apparent when I look in his eyes.

And hurt I've come to bear in mind,

is meant to be had and awaken the blind.

Love is fighting is what I have come to learn.

And my love is something that this man yearns to earn.

To add to the fire that his heart burns.

This rhyme will forever...remain unfinished

Because I hope my days with him will never diminish...

Soulmate is an understatement...

To be continued...

I could have been amazing.

But you wouldn't let me.

Closed your eyes to me.

Turned your head from me.

Ignorant of me.

And while this pattern continues to remain amongst people I have now come to despise.

I beckon you and them to open your eyes.

My life was always truth, never lies.

And I never hid a thing, not my blood or my scars.

I displayed them openly for you to admire from afar.

I hid not a thing,

I lived off of love

And still you were the only one that you ever thought of

And in your ignorance you continue to remain

And your ignorance will be the bane

Of your existence

And the weakness in your resistance

And I lived off of truth

Off of fears and tears

And you thrived off my pain for two long years.

And people blame me for all of our faults

I'm still left with the hurt and the nightmares

I'm left picking and choosing for whom my heart really cares

I'm left here picking and choosing who is worth the fight

And shaking in my fright

of trusting again

Of hearing the end

Of feeling the unbearable feeling of torture again.

You see, you weren't a passerby you were a ladron.

And you robbed me of my dignity that my heart relied on.

You are the people that created my hell.

And to think you would have attended when they rang my funeral bell.

with your artificial tears and your "I'm sorrys" and goodbyes

Hugging my mother as she wipes tears from her eyes

From having to bury her one and only child

And not knowing what it'd be like to see her ever smile...again.

Because a few people decided to talk.

Decided to dictate which plank she she walk.

Decided it was okay to have an opinion.

About the way someone led their own life

not knowing that everyone has a struggle and strife

Everyone has their share of mistakes

But not everyone deserves to pay for them at a wake.

Never to wake...

or open her eyes...

Because of the people who seemed to disguise...

themselves as her friends. as her few confidantes.

Yet were absent in her struggles, in her needs, in her wants.

And now.

Instead of letting go of the life that is hers.

She has finally decided to let go of the worst.

And cut out the "friends" who cut her out first.

And restart on a life that doesn't quite hurt...

And the memory of the people who betrayed are gone...

Forever withdrawn

Forever.

Gone.