Remnants of My Happy Heart

your words as warming as the fire on a cold winter day from my heart they spread to the very tips of my fingers the feel of your hand upon mine when the tears streak my face it comforts me most in this time when i am fragile and prone to crumble you picked up my pieces glued me back together thank you, friend.

my thoughts manifestations of worry and doubt my actions an attempt to prevent disaster my love undying like the oceans tide please stay, lover like the skin on my bones like the air surrounding us with life like the sensations beneath my fingertips as i caress your skin please stay, lover stay despite my flaws.

there once was a man named david or dave one day his mother had died his mother had said he wouldn't behave and david did nothing but cry he began to become recluse as his late mother would say a screw of his had come loose on that very dreadful day no more was david a nice, friendly man or a human at the most but instead a monster, joining a deathly clan turning people his mother knew into toast david the violent, the crazy and mad hid in the alleys in the street of New no one could know the thoughts he had as he shot himself right on cue david, the man in the alley, my friend drove himself to a crazy, definite end.

all this time you wasted staring at my wrists didn't you think to look farther my shoulders, thighs, stomach, and calves you should have looked closer at those scars that i had knives and razors blood and gore never ever ignore a girl with scarred wrists.

She walks to the front door and takes a deep breath. "Today WILL be a good day", she whispers to herself. Her hand shakes as she turns the knob, but she gathers enough courage to walk through the door. There are people everywhere and she has no clue where to go. She needs to find Storm; she needs to fit in. She walks aimlessly, running into people unintentionally, knowing she can spot his light brown hair from anywhere. "Where is he?" she asks quietly. She spots him and gets closer. His arm is around another girl. That was the same arm that once held her closely and caressed her face gently. This was the arm that won basketball games and could give her a sense of security. She was taken aback, what is he doing? He seems to look at her but then smiles at the girl in his arms. He tickles her side like he used to do to her. She was angry; she reached out to touch the girl but someone knocked her back. She got up and slowly reached out to Storm. When she touched him, h...

She chipped away at her nail polish, wishing she hadn’t shown up to the diner. “Come on, Jo, you have to eat,” he placed his finger under her chin, lifting her face to look her in the eyes. Jocelyn shook free from his grasp, “You know I can’t, Olly.” She looked out the window, watching the traffic. The rain was falling, and she was still wet from the walk to the diner. Looking back at Oliver, she felt her heart drop. His hands were in his lap, and he had been staring out the window, too. What’s going on in that mind? She knew why he had asked to meet her at the diner – it was all in his plan to get her to eat again. After all, she hadn’t had a bite for two days. “Please, Jo,” his voice was wavering, “for me?” His dark, brown eyes penetrated through her and she felt a pang of guilt. Why did I come here? She knew she wasn’t going to eat and that was torture for Oliver.             “You can’t surv...

my tears acid from my eyes burns from my skin as i cry my heart a steed in a race fast as a drum beats inside my brain a roundabout on a playground spinning out of control thoughts unheard depression.