Mirror Image*new ending*

I used to look in the mirror and see a face that didnt belong. A face that brought tears to bottle green eyes and made me draw spider-web patterns of red across my wrists. I used to see a loser, the L marked clearly in deep red across her forehead. I used to see a weak girl who knew nothing of the world and drew secluded into a closed mind. I used to hate the tenative smile of the beaten and the abused. I hated the bruises that shown brightly against paler skin. I hated the weakness I showed, I felst as if the whole world knew my secret. I hated how I couldn't express my feelings. I hated how I could never taste the sweet victory of being loved. I used to hate me.
                                        Then I met him.
His tri-coloured eyes glowed with laughter and mischief. They caught me in their never ending depth. His nervous smiles made me crack silly grins of my own. Semi-blond hair sheilding the windows to his soul. He erased the L from my forehead and kissed the salted tears from my cheeks. He pulled me from my dark corner and tried his best to erase the permanent pearly reminders of my horrible past. He hugged me close and let me heal. He gave me time and gave me strength. He saved me from my living nightmare and returned my long lost smile. I looked now into a mirror, my green eyes sparkling with hiden jokes and a new spark. Trust. There is no L on my forehead, no tears stain my cheeks. He's there, right beside me. Holding my hand and pushing me foward. Telling me to live.

                                            To fly!



**So, catch me the sunrise in a glass bottle
                    So that
I can have that sunset on a silver platter,
                I want
  To see it reflected in your
            Perfect eyes**


~Footnote~ This was written at DYWC, I really miss him!!~




So...a few weeks ago i broke up with this amazing person. My heart is still bleeding and cracking cause i see him EVERY FUCKING DAY and EVERY FUCKING DAY he acs like NOTHING IS WRONG. i wish i had a better reason than "find someone who can make you smile" HE FUCKING MADE ME SMILE WHY THE FUCK DIDNT HE SEE IT!!

I used to look in the mirror and see a face that didnt belong. A face that brought tears to bottle green eyes and made me draw spider-web patterns of red across my wrists. I used to see a loser, the L marked clearly in deep red across her forehead. I used to see a weak girl who knew nothing of the world and drew secluded into a closed mind. I used to hate the tenative smile of the beaten and the abused. I hated the bruises that shown brightly against paler skin. I hated the weakness I showed, I felst as if the whole world knew my secret. I hated how I couldn't express my feelings. I hated how I could never taste the sweet victory of being loved. I used to hate me.
                                        Then I met him.
His tri-coloured eyes glowed with laughter and mischief. They caught me in their never ending depth. His nervous smiles made me crack silly grins of my own. Semi-blond hair sheilding the windows to his soul. He erased the L from my forehead and kissed the salted tears from my cheeks. He pulled me from my dark corner and tried his best to erase the permanent pearly reminders of my horrible past. He hugged me close and let me heal. He gave me time and gave me strength. He saved me from my living nightmare and returned my long lost smile. I looked now into a mirror, my green eyes sparkling with hiden jokes and a new spark. Trust. There is no L on my forehead, no tears stain my cheeks. He's there, right beside me. Holding my hand and pushing me foward. Telling me to live.
                                            To fly!
Well. I guess I’m back to where I started. Staring into that mirror and asking myself what I was thinking. How could anyone love a fucked up mess like me? I’m not worth anything. Why would he be any different. I still have friends. And I still care about him, with my whole heart. I love him. I always will. The first guy who didn’t try to kill me. First guy I could actually say I love you to and mean it. And well. He doesn’t love me does he. Obviously not or he’d still be here right. He wouldn’t have left me. He’d still say I love you and hold me close even when its 100 degrees outside. But hes not. Hes gone. Get over it. Your scars are back that broken smile and my green eyes. It’s all back and I don’t know what to do. I wish I could find a way. But he’s gone. No trust. No love. Just tears and scars.
Crash landing
I never should have tried to fly.


well i wrote this after we broke up
cause its just to damn true
and i'm just too damn weak.