Remnants of My Happy Heart

you're it. you're the first step to the rest of my life but it's not a typical step i'm not going to step on you and pass you and never look back i'm bringing the step with me you're the breath of oxygen i need right before i go underwater and you're the one that pulls me up if i drown you're the stone foundation i'm meant to grow around and build myself from you're the new chapter but the best one in the book your'e it. you're the moon and all of her stars as they light up the night but you're also the sun encouraging everything in your reach to flourish and thrive i finally understand the love songs why they were written the force behind those words how wonderful life is, now you're in the world you're it. i love you and want you to be the one i end my days with i had already thought that but now i have no doubts in my mind this is it. you're it. you're the prince coming to rescue the...

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.

underneath that starlit sky are many men awaiting a lie hatred is here and love is surreal the broken and souls can never heal your heart is cold and your eyes shine red you are bent, not broken put that thought in your head. i am bent not broken or dead but i lent my heart to someone who said "i hate you my darling" with that lie in my head i joined the broken the scarred and the dead.

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...