I thought I was making you happy,
But as the days went by,
I realised it was the other way around.
I was your burden,
One that just added more and more pounds.

I was wallowing,
Drowning in a sea of my own sorrow.
The sea made of my tears
The only thing getting my through
Was the thought of you.

Then you left...

You were pushed away by my
Black forcefield.
The force of the push,
I thought would break you in pieces.
Oh my poor, poor, naive thoughts.
The force of the push,
Shattered me instead.
You were as whole as I was deluded.

I'm just glad they didn't envelope you as they did me.

"Be yourself and you will go far,"
They said.
But what if being myself is how I got these scars.
The bruises on my back, bruises on my heart.
The deflated self esteem that I was left to hold
and the endless streams of "Just ignore it."
My thoughts that once used to be gold,
They're all gone and replaced with a deep, black pit in my soul

Him,
Have you ever looked at him?
I mean, actually looked at him.

Have you ever looked at him when he smiles?
And how when he did,
His eyes would crinkle
In joy,
and how his teeth would shine,
and make my heart beat a million times faster.

Have you ever seen him angry?
How his eyebrows would meet in a sweet embrace,
and how his eyes would shoot daggers.
My heart, would dance,
In fear and admiration.

My heart still beats.

Have you ever looked at him when he's sad?
His eyes swimming in water,
Pretending to have no worries when all it wanted to do was cannonball and let everything go,
How his mouth would tremble just trying to keep it in.

His eyes glimmering with joy,
And how his dimples would show,
So prominent,
And how his nose would crinkle like a bunny.

Have you ever seen anything more majestic than him?

Alas, the poor soul now possess no emotion,
No emotion but one,
For how could anyone show emotion,
When they are six feet under the ground?

She was waiting,
Waiting for her prince charming,
The boy on the white horse,
Waiting to hear the horses galloping,
Waiting for the loud cheer
of the commoners to alert her.

But the poor soul,
She didn't realise that there was no such things as happy endings,
No such thing as a prince charming,
No such thing as a saviour.
Because everyone runs away from darkness.
Everyone goes for angels,
No one stays for the devils.

The poor soulless girl,
Waiting for nothing but death.
A sad, tiresome, lonesome,painful
Curse.