principemonamour

i want to believe i have friends in open spaces and the world will welcome me with open arms but when people snarl and growl and bit it's hard to uphold my sworn beliefs that i worked so hard to build i want to believe that gods are kind and gentle and it is them who will bring miracles but when they cursed and plagued Him it's hard not to become bitter and enraged when i used to pray and pray beside my bed i want to believe life will be good to me and people are kind and the gods are pure but outside my shelter i learn that reality is a hard pill to swallow - especially now and i cannot stop at all costs

when asked about my first love, I can only see flowers over his eyes where rose colored glasses blinded me and made him handsome beyond belief and outgoing beyond compare with anyone, though I know, it is a false pretense and I can no longer deny he deserves not this place in my heart when he destroyed it, And left ashes in its place just a few years before

touch my hand, please- my sight has left me, i can no longer see your smiling face or your blooming face when i say things like i love you. touch my hand, please- my voice has left me, i can no longer tell you everything will be okay, or say all the things i love about you like your skin. touch my hand, please- my hearing has left me, i can no longer hear your wonderful laughing or the sound of your soft breathing when you sleep next to me. touch my hand please- everyone else has left me, when my life started to fade away, you stayed here just to tell me in soft, gentle strokes “I will see you soon.”

The trouble with acceptance regarding myself is how I never heard it before until my mind read Books exposed the lifelong romance one has with oneself And I felt so upset; I didn’t know anything else Because for years and years I was disregarded for my lack of expression and analytical thoughts provided I wonder if that was it People did not treat me well and the worst isn’t there: when someone showed me love I only cried and ran away My brain delved into anger asking over and over what that was The embrace of someone else’s acceptance and love Because for years I was exiled for my almond eyes and raven hair all around