NobodyImportant

She stood on a stone column, hunched over in fear...

Society's influence has created a certain idea of what love is supposed to be. That if it's the right person, then love will come easy. The thought makes me laugh if I'm honest.

I'll be alright, I always am. Just because I miss you, it doesn't make me less of who I am.

The moment you stop trying to the type of person who deserves the one you love is the moment you no longer deserve them.

I saw her pain, her scars, and said nothing, too frozen by the force of my own pain to offer what relief I could to her's.

Being with you hurts more than anything I've done, yet I never want to stop; never want to leave.

I miss you, and I don’t know if I can forgive you why you did. Poem.

Sometimes the only people that have seen the way out are the ones who needed it.

There’s so much turmoil in the world, and I don’t know who is right and who is wrong, but I know I have to stand for something.

I spoke aloud to the wind, and I heard nothing in reply. Nothing but a soft and weary sigh.

I’ve always struggled with the concept of predestination and purpose. The darker part of my mind likes to supply answers.

Rolling to his back he looked to the sky in bitter askance, As to why he had never been given the chance to live.