For those empty nights

For those empty night, forced to sleep alone,

Your tears , they will not stop, though you beg them to.

You beg for something to calm you. Though nothing may appear.

He gave you his word, promise that he may, but how can you trust him

His words mean no more than dust. You begged him, pleaded him to hear you out

To let your word mean something

But he was deaf and stubborn, you needs he did not care for.

His hurtful language came as painfully as a dull knifed dragged down your arm and across your torso.

It’s the same battle as always, though you have never won, and you never will.

You love him, yet your not sure why,

How could you love him when he cares very little for you?  He angers so easily, but makes no attempt at a sacrifice for you. You’re so scared to move, but time is running out. Can he not see how he affects you?

The world of the others

Where does one begin this tale?

I gave him up, for no reason other than it wasn’t meant to be.

I knew it was time.

But when you give someone up, you heart hurts.

And it gets lonely.

It craves attention, begging simply to be noticed.

In truth it was my own stupid fault.

The time came,

When the attention was received from another,

I jumped at it,

Not caring at the price tag that came with it.

Tell myself that this was just what I needed.

The whispers of my heart longing to be heard,

My head telling me that I should give this a wide berth,

But in that moment, how could I resist.

I had heard of his reputation,

Somehow I was able to push all that aside.

In those few moments, I felt fully alive.

Yet, after,

The weeks were filled with awkward silence.

Wishing I could talk to him,

Mention it again.

Maybe get more?

Yet the silence was there,

Never wanting to leave,

Like an unwelcome house guest.

Of course, with time

Things change.

And change they did.

After a night of tossing and turning

I heard him with another.

I guess a lonely heart does not sit still for too long.

Life Misinterrupted

How much more could she take? It had never bugged her before, but now, after all the uncomfortable glances, and whispered comments that loudly torn the flesh from her bones, it was becoming too much. She had always known she was different, not held down by the simple laws of gravity and conveniences of man. But slowly, their words like anchors chained her to the earth. Their sharp tongues and pointed glances, they tore her to pieces. Whoever said that words would never hurt them, clearly never had negative words hurled at them. What lies. She begged them to look at her life, to see how she had carefully, painstakingly arranged it, the beauty that lay there. Instead when they bothered to look, they didn’t understand her life, it was different than theirs. So they scoffed at it. Making fun of her and destroy all her beliefs in the beauty that was there. She had come so far just to fall.

She should ignore it, she knew, but after holding out for so long, she was tired. She needed rest, but it would not come soon enough.