The Little Girl

I will cry for the little boy

Who can't be seen

I will cry for the little boy 

He's just like me

I pray at night just hoping one day

He'll see me like I see him

One glorious day

I want to love and be loved

To hold and be held

I want to cry with the little boy

I'm a little girl

A little girl who's lost her way

A little girl who can't get it right

A little girl who's ready to take flight

She had a home

All she feels is empty inside

Maybe she needs someone by her side

To soften her heart made of stone

It was once glass, shiny, fragile and iridescent 

Now the little girl plays games

Because that's all she knows

That's all she's ever left with

Comparative: Respect and Loyalty

There aren't many of us left. And by us I mean people who treat finding love with the utmost respect and loyalty. I'm going to explain a few things to whoever is reading. 

God gave us the gift of love, to love, to be able to experience it in so many different ways. He gives us so many chances, so many reasons to love Him and give Him all the glory, and yet we, even myself, put Him on the back burner and TRY to deal with things on our own. If we don't let Him love us, how are we going to know how to properly love someone else? He created it and we're just taking it and blindly going in any direction with it. Everyone is getting hurt by it because they weren't taught how to use it.

I don't know what this generation is about, and quite frankly, I don't care too much to know. I've always been different, I know that. I've always been kind of weird even though I hate to use that word because it is SO overrated. I am a very complex individual. I have a disorder that complicates things to the max, I think very oddly and that puts me in a very unique space. I'm an overly sensitive person who overreacts and probably shouldn't trust every person she comes across but that's just who I am. I can see the good in you even when you can't see it yourself. I can show you who you're meant to be, I have the ability to dress up any kind of person for you and make you believe that you will be that person. I can make you what I want. But I choose not to let you in my head. It takes a special mind to understand mine.

I can go on as many dating sites and bars and talk to as many guys, but it will always be the same scenario. Until I can learn whatever lesson it is that I need to learn I will never be with the right guy. I can't even be mad because I fully understand my situation. At least I know why I've been single for 23 years. Until I personally have that divine intervention with God, I will be in the same spot. I need to experience love from God, the teacher before I can let any man try. Because I don't know what love is and I'm letting any male try.

Well, until next time guys, I'll most likely write a poem later.

Issues

I'm hard to understand

You'll never see me naked

He's hard to trust

But I always faked it

I wanna love him

I wanna trust him

I wanna tell him everything

But he's just as messed up as I am

A realist

And I can't keep my knife to myself

Illicit

Still

They never said it, but always showed it. Too afraid to take the blame for what their hearts have done. They made a mess. Every bit of themselves had fallen and broken into pieces into each others heart, fixing what was broken by their past. They needed each other, but they needed to be apart to realize it.

"You think I'm just gonna say it? You think I'm just gonna let you win, make a fool of myself and say it....fine. You were my first love Carter." I said as my eyes swelled up and he was already headed for the train. He stopped though after I said those last six words. "Are you happy now?" I was exhausted. Keeping in what I felt for this stupid, idiotic, morally corrupt yet wise man.

"You knew I wanted you to say it." Carter said thinking out loud.

"This was never a game to see who could keep the other strung along the longest! I want you in my life for as long as you'll be there, but I guess we both have guts and yours is just dead weight." I turned to leave him at the train stop, but I felt a hand grab my arm and turn me around.

"I love you," It was Carter. He kissed me long and passionately. "and I'm sorry."

"It's too late, Carter. I-I have to go." Tears poured out of my face as I turned and left him there at the stop. That was the only time I was ever really in love so much that it hurt.

My Hand

Grab my hand

I won't let you go

Run with me

The way the moon goes

You be the maker

And I'll be the muse

Filling the world with wonder

I love what we do

Just Like You

I cried all I could when we were together
But I have no more tears left now that
I miss you more than ever
I erased every part of you from my life
But my heart still says hold on tight

I'll always have hope
You liked that about me
I gave you reason
I helped you see

Maybe we'll meet again
When we're supposed to
A chance to start over
To get to know the real you

Because you knew every little thing about me. I knew nothing about your life other than the obvious. The less I knew the more perfect you were, I made you a person who you could never be. We both knew you'd never amount to anything so we just pretended. Well, more like I pretended. You had zero hope in the world.

Zero hope in yourself

That's where I came in though, you really did like that about me. I was naive, innocent, pretty and always optimistic
We were opposites, and just as so, we did attract. But it's done now so maybe we will wait till we meet again. But now I have zero hope in the world.

Zero hope in you

I'm just like you now.

If

Monotone eyes, sublime lies

I heard you talking

What if she cries?

Drink the beer, rock in that chair

Stare me down

What if she cries?

You're crying.