Never turned
into "one day."

No one became
someone.

"Maybe" faded,
transforming
into reality.

"Never" never ceased to be,
it became
a possibility.

And "none"
vanished into the air
when the right one arrived.

We don't regret what we did, we regret what we didn't do.

I asked
I spoke
I cried
I got help

I guess not everyone ***** after all

I feel how I believe an apple with worms must feel. I am aware of my desire to ripen and be eaten, and I am also aware of the *****, crawling creatures inside of me. I will be cut open, and they will see the dirt brown rotting of my core. It is a tragedy that I could've been like those sweet, red apples, and it is a tragedy that I never could've been like them as well.

Smiling wide,
Talking polite.
Standing tall,
In the ball.

His eyes drift,
And the world shifts.
His eyes got caught,
By the princess's train of thought.
                                            
                                                            The princess caught him peeking,
                                                                ­     Her dazzling eyes gleaming.
                                                       ­                          Looked away she did,
                                                            ­        Blushing as red as a little kid.

                                                           ­         She hoped he was a dreamer,
                                                        ­         For she wanted him to lead her
                                                             ­                          In her nightmares.
                                                              Ke­eping her safe from the stares.

Crying is a way your eyes speak when your mouth can't explain how broken your heart is.

"the reason i hug you so much is because that if i let go i'm afraid you will too"

beauty in the unknown,
quiet sadness,
whispered silence,
drawn to light,
but doomed to darkness
"i want to get better"
i never do

I’ve got plenty hyper-fixations
Cliffhangers I like drag on in my mind
There mainly of small shows or fandoms that weasel there way into my mind
I lose myself in small details or characters
They seem to envelop me whole
Mind and all
Soon it’ll be the only thought consumes my mind
I fall asleep imagining scenarios that aren’t yet to come or might never.
Soon theses fixations became of you
Your face
The way you look at me with disgust
Your eyes
Filled with deceit
Your mouth
Spouting plentiful lies
It all fills my waking hours
Filled with anxiety that I’m just not doing something right
It’s my worse hyper-fixation
That I’m saying something wrong
That I’m speaking in the wrong tone
That I
that even with all my efforts
Am lacking.
So I’ll imagine a different way to react tomorrow,
and I’ll stay up late tonight wondering
If that one look you gave me
Meant that I didn’t do something quite right again.

Don't feel sad over someone who gave up on you, feel sorry for them because they gave up on someone who would have never given up on them.