I stared out at the sea.
Gazing at the choppy water.
Looking at where heaven appeared to meet the earth,
where it looked like the world was never-ending.
Only a few ships dotting the horizon could be seen.
Hues of oranges, pink and blue filled the sky as the sun sank below the horizon,
appearing to sink into the ocean.
In that beautiful sky,
I could only see one face.
Your's
Oh, what have you done to me.
This unexplainable feeling of exhilaration.
The feeling of butterflies in my tummy.
Senses in me , that I never knew existed, roused.
Even your presence leaves me breathless.
A single word can make my knees weak.
I lean back into the sand with a content giggle.
Thinking of you makes me happy too.
You're a drug.
And, boy, am I addicted.

Bones for fingers,
paper for skin.
Bitterness of my struggle lingers,
I just want to be thin.

*Is that such a sin?

It was then I realised:
Whenever I died a little inside,
you were born again.

Sometimes, you just need a reminder that your life is worth more than you think.

What's in a name?
What's in your name?
Do the sweet lines of betrayal run through your name?
Is there an evil ring to a seemingly innocent name?
Does your name spell out the vindictive and manipulative person you are?
Your name was a trap.
I fell for it the day I met you.
Such a beautiful name.
So beautiful that it disguised the dangerous undertones.
It disguised the warnings.
Coupled with your adorable smile and comfortably warm hand,
which I grasped onto like a life source.
Warm hands that I thought could melt my cold soul.
Warm hands.
Warm eyes.
Warm name.
Bitter aftertaste.

I saw you in school again.
I was wondering how we ended up like this.
I loved you like my own sister.
Oh, yes, that's right!
You're a backstabbing *****.