Writing

She upsets me

Her face

The way she laughs

The way she talks

She's like the piece of hair

That is never in the right place

Why does she even wear that

Why does she look like that

Looking at her

my final fate– here i stand as the anticipation builds. 

all i ever spent my life waiting for

stands still here– emotionless 

I was broken

When I met you

Yet you treated me

With compassion

Despite all my flaws,

Despite all my emptiness

You handed me a pen

And showed me a path to the light

The milky twilight 

Soft and still

Drenches me in feeling. 

My eyes illuminate, 

Reflecting the light of a million stars

Each one a place I’ll never know. 

I was so quiet then, 

standing all alone against the concrete wall 

in ill fitting jeans 

with an awkward bob made of my soft blonde hair. 

I listened instead of speaking 

How can you say that you are a provider of justice?

You pledge loyalty to sin like it's a hobby 

just to turn around with a cross in hand

and sickly smile in the next.

So explain to me how you should get to decide