Love

There is no such word as 'loved'

Love has no past,

If you ever stop loving something

then you never had a love for it in the first place.

Betrayed

"I know exactly how you feel right now, broken, unloved, betrayed and used. I can't blame anyone for that except myself."

M. Hatter

Sun

If you were to gaze too long at the sun, you would be blinded.

Be in its warmth too long, you would be burned.
Come too close, you'd be destroyed by its heat.
Go too far, and you'd waste away in the cold.
But reflect it's light and you feel just right.
Though there is a time when the moon does not do just that.
It's in darkness, cold and alone but nothing you can do about that.
Because you'll turn anew and feel just as warm
as when you faced the sun just like before.

Omen

OMEN

Have you ever written a story…

…that no one has bothered to read?

Have you ever written a story…

…that had more critiques than you could possibly need?

Is this one of those stories…

…that you never should have read…

…or…

…is this the kind of story…

…that could put your kids to bed?

I doubt you'll read them a story…

…that filled you with lost hope and dread…

But I think you'll like this story,

…maybe it's what you need.

So, listen, read, whatever you please to the story you are about to encounter…

But its not the type of fairy tale that you're bound to sleep right after...

I'm the girl who's lost in the dark, the last girl left from a day in the park. I never decided to live this life, but it was you who decided for me. Your sad emotions and dreadful thoughts left me with this to prosper.

I am alone in the world of your imagination. My family and friends left me to weep and I still lie here in the street. I know you might be wondering 'why are you not home with your family?' Well the answer is simple they're dead. No home or warm meal for me just a dark alley and a rat instead.

I would kill myself right now…if only I could. I was allowed to live. Of all the things you could've done to me…you allowed me to live. Put a spear through me right now, I wouldn't die; I'd feel nothing. Of all the things you could've done to me, you gave me the greatest pain yet. You gave me a loss, a loss of a loved one, a friend, a companion…a life.

I stare at the cloudy sky. The gray and dull of the winter was rubbing off on me.

Now it starts to rain. The flowers start to melt and turn into blood, salty, rusty blood. 'Where did the blood come from?' you may ask. Oh, nothing; it's nothing important, just my family's blood. They stained these used to be white carnations and now, they melt when they come in contact with water.

Sometimes, when I'm having a really bad day, you give me something to be happy about. Like today, you gave me a friend, finally someone to talk to.

This one was a victim of your mind, too. At first glance, he looks fine, but when you look closer; you could see it. The hurt, the pain, the misery embed in his eyes. The faint smell of blood and the streaks of red in his silvery hair. And even with all these imperfections, all these flaws; he (still) looked absolutely beautiful.

We didn't speak. We didn't utter a single word. We just sat there in silence as an ominous breeze made itself known.

I was never a fan of omens; I never believed in such things, but this changed my mind. I know this was a sign…that my creator was finally happy, that my life was finally looking up and I knew that from the moment I saw this boy, this boy who suffered the same fate as me.

That's when I felt someone touch me and I looked up. I stared into his scarlet orbs as he stared into my own. Then he smiled.

"Your hair…it's…annoying." He chuckled.

"I know…" And I could only do the same.

"What's your name?" I lend him my hand when he offered his own as he pulled me up…everything seemed so much brighter, so happy, as we stood hand-in-hand.

"It's—"