I held the fragments of me that you had broken and begged you to put them back together.

_“first bottled your tears for me” _you demanded.

_“anything for you” _I replied

and began bottling tears shed over you

_“silly little one. you have given me the most vulnerable part of you. you broke me first so now I will break you more”_

I watched as you drank my tears and shattered the little bottle t...

When I was 5 my mom told me to promise I would never die.

I giggled and gave her my word.

She went back to tickling me.

All was right in the world.

Now I’m older and know the meaning of the those words.

But nothing is right in the world anymore.

And the only thing keeping me here is that promise I made when i was 5....

My favorite things

are the things i never really liked

until you came along.

The things I never noticed

until i learned they were

your favorite things.

Now I notice them

and they’re my favorite things

because they make me think of you

_my very favorite thing. _...

I sat down by candlelight with soft music in my ear thinking,

"What should I write?"

Wondering how to convey my silly thoughts and deep feelings

Into elegant words that dance through one's mind.

How can I feel so deeply yet lack the words to write?

Where may i find a translator to translate my inner workings in a language not only understandable

but beautiful.

I yearn to create.

To portray.

To not...

I was so excited for my metamorphosis

so excited to finally fly.

But then you forced me into my chrysalis

stole from me the chance to even try.

My wings you grabbed and painted

before they could ever dry.

My heart is now torn and tainted

so curled up in the corner I hide and cry....

The truth is it’s not growing up that scares me so much.

It’s growing _away from you. _

I can’t stand the thought of your favorite color being something I _only_ _once knew. _

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**from siblings to individuals**...

On my dresser lies the empty journal I got for my birthday three summers ago.

_Not yet_.

Stacked neatly in boxes are stickers collected from yearly doctor appointments.

_Not yet_.

Perched on my shelf is the still-full bottle of rose perfume I got for graduation.

_Not yet._

Sitting in my vanity is the unused makeup I got as a gift last Christmas.

_Not yet. I must wait for the perfect time._...

I’m heartbroken over your broken heart

and i feel helpless

because it’s your journey not mine

and i have no power to save you

from the hurt you’re allowing yourself to endure...

Sometimes I wish I could leave the hustle and bustle of earth and live amongst the stars.

I imagine it’s quite peaceful up there.

No noise. _A blanket of quiet._

No gravity. _Completely weightless._

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No people_. Alone with the vast unknown. _

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No worries. _Simply drifting between stars._

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I imagine, as I drift between the stars

they would hum a low buzz

and offer a safe glow.

i’d w...

I survive during the day

but I live during the night

I think it’s because shadows are softer

and the world is quieter

water turns to glass

and everything moves slower

pools of light turn silver

and the moon beams almost glitter

Inspiration flows like the whispering brook

and mundane things become romanticized

_I love the night_

_shadows softer_

_world quieter_

_glass water_

_pools of silver_

_m...