Amelia_v

I spill my words,

dropping like pebbles.

What if I trip,

what if I fall,

on my fears.

Am I a monster,

for wanting more,

for trying to be me.

I try to let go,

but what if I trip,

He came to me one night, hair like the midnight sky on a moonless night.

He took my hand, held on tight as if he would never let go.

He told me he would never leave, I was to perfect to ever regret.

He ran down the beach,

“here's the thing about wildflowers

they take root wherever they are

grow strong through the wind, rain, pain, sunshine, blue skies and starless nights

I have always been quiet. And yet when I was younger, I would wear loud outfits, sing and dance no matter who was around. I played with dolls longer then most girls my age.

I sip anger from a wine glass

Blood red filling my mouth

Spilling when I fall

Soaking the pearl white sheets

Red at my feet

Red on my fingers

Red in my eyes

I can’t see no longer