Rusted-Blood

She was           elegant                     beautiful                                 tall                                     noble                                            so  many  things I had seen this beautiful creature stride through the halls                                                                            always in a rush                                                                            always moving                                                                            never stopping The mannerisms in which she spoke and moved captivated me Unbeknownst to me, she had known the redhead in

Everyone dreams about growing up, About the things they'll do                                    see                                         hear                                               feel Most are optimistic dreamers whose goals are unreachable Some are pessimists whom will never attempt to reach for the stars and the rest are                      unsure                               of the roads and choices that lay ahead of them and so they feel lost in the sea of many roads untraveled for the rest of their lives But something often unheard of are the true difficulties of life within I used to think that life w

What is it...? It's like a thrumming in my chest just under the sternum yet so far from my heart It's like a pit in my gut and a fluttering of butterflies It's like guilt with a sweet sense of the word... ...and it flies from the tip of my tongue with a ball of risk and a chain of chance. I look in the mirror every day and question who I am, for it causes me to think in such a way. Am I the result of neglect or abuse or a want or a need? Am I who I am because people need me to be that one person in their lives like this? Fingers gently caressing pliable skin on cheeks where the zygomatic bones are, pupils shrinking and expanding as t