When Will My Heart

Thoughts on Love #13

When you didn't tell me the truth, you said it was to protect me. You looked me right in the eyes and said that you didn't want to hurt me. 

What you didn't think about was how much it would hurt when I found out. Now I know that you think I am weak, and fragile- that is what hurt the most. All this time I have been trying to be strong and to stand firm when I knew what you were telling me was complete bull.

What hurt me more than the deceit and the dishonesty was the fact that you never even knew me enough to realise that I am anything but delicate. 

Revelation rides the wind

Like foam upon the waves

And I long to hear

What it has to say

But fear it meaning

The end of us

Thoughts on Beauty #5

Have you ever stopped to understand words?

There is so much that is beautiful about language. In every piece of writing, there is emotion. There is nothing more human than the love, hate, greed, forgiveness, sadness, and joy that is in every word you read. We can therefore know that words are in fact beautiful, not just becuause of their own complexity, but also because of the complexity of human nature which they express

I grew up hoping

I was special

But you made me believe

It was true

Thoughts on Love #11

You were a silent storm. Looming until finally you broke and I was washed out by downpours and blinded by lightning. Although it wasn't the thunder that rocked my world, only when I reached the eye of the storm did I see the peace and stillness of your true self- the one that I fell in love with. That was the part that shook my world, creating a new storm inside myself

Dont you think I've hurt enough?

My chest is pieces

My heart is numb

Razor sharp words

Shred my skin

Daggers of emotions

Carve my soul

You did this!

Yet you scream at me

For being broken

And mangled

As if it were my fault

For loving

In the first place

Thoughts on Beauty #1

There are many misconceptions regarding beauty. People think that it is only what is pleasing to the eye, however, they couldn't be more wrong.

Beauty is the good that leads us to truth, no matter what form it may take.

Its 6:00 in the morning

I'd rather be in bed

Sleeping, waiting

Hibernating

For another day

Instead

You fell in love

With my black cherry lips

Without the knowledge 

Of the pit within

Armed only with paper

And pensive looks

Ink in my veins

Blood in my books

Tears staining a blank page

I do not live to write

Instead I find the opposite

When inspiration strikes