Viewpoint

I have pages of stories
Sketching beautiful skies
I see through cracked windows
With tears in my eyes
If it’s me that you seek
And the scenes I describe
You must know that my words
Paint a pretty disguise

Letters To Him #3

I used to pity you, and all that you had gone through. Every action that had led to the scars on your heart, all the wrong you did not deserve. That is until I discovered the vengeance you seek in those you find unworthy. What defines worth, my dear? To you, the expectations on value and respect are never held to your own doing. So what defines worth? Innocent souls trip on mistakes in your path and you condemn them for life. What defines worth? You do realize that this pattern of defining another’s worth, to you, is a viscous cycle of revenge, right?

You will never find happiness and peace while battling a non-existent war. Look around, my dear, for you have wounded those around you who have had nothing but love for you. Hearts that have been misplaced due to your lack of empathy and self serving actions. I hope you finally get what you are looking for, however, I really hope you get what you deserve.

Contentment

I never felt at peace
And now my world is standing still 
The war used to consume 
But now no voids call me to fill 
I used to never sleep
Now nights bring dark against my will
I never feel too weary
Now that the calm seeks all my thrill

You Own Me

Sometimes I feel I control my life
And sometimes I feel like I don’t
I had no say on the start of my time
That decision was never my own
And even though life is a gift to give
And I’m always in charge of the tone
I really don’t care what life I live
As long as it’s life in your home

Me

I slowly drag my fingers
Through silk woven sheets
Feeling the warmth of my body 
Making my way up the curves 
I reach the shallow holes
That hug the edges of my collarbone
For so long I begged
To be loved by strangers
But the only stranger I touch
Is me

Come Find Me

I always seem to trap myself 
In the maze that is my mind
And without any navigational aid
You somehow find a way through
Constantly and effortlessly pulling me
Out of a self-created labyrinth
Not even I could escape the depths of

Thief

I came across him in the dark
And like a moth to a flame
He pointed out the parts of me
That were bright and full of life
And just as I stepped close
He stole that spark he claimed to love
And used it to light the path he left on