It’s been five years today
I will never be okay
I can smile and I can laugh
Inside I’m broken and that’s that.

what is it about her?
that makes her better?

Rough patches are like the rain.
Once in awhile they pour down in sheets.
Other times they sprinkle themselves sporadically.
No matter how they arrive,
dark clouds always clear
and sunshine returns.

Searching in the library of my soul
To find words untold (by me)
And to my surprise
Herein lies the story of my life
A written description of who I really am

Uncovered parts of me that I didn't know
Found answers to my long unanswered questions
Discovered my true essence
Oh, a lot of things now makes sense!

i had a type
you didn't fit
so i moulded it
to you

- p. winter