BloddyMoons

Why is it so hard to find someone who will trust.  I admit that I may trust to freely but when someone says I love you doesn’t that mean I trust you it does for me… and it hurts when all someone sees is my past. I admit I don’t have the best of pasts I’ve been lead to believe that  someone I love loves me back and after they take me and use me they leave me to pick up the pieces.  maybe that’s why I can’t let anyone in maybe why I feel so hollow now, and when I am with someone I cling to them and follow them like a puppy dog or a duckling cause I feel I’ve if I let them out of my grasp ill never see them aga

 In my life times, yes I have lived more than one, I have always been born with another half, always. This is the person I have been waiting for, the person I have always loved, and most of all everything I am not. This person is some one I will argue with who I will never get bored with; who at the end of the day when we go to bed, I am confident that they still love me. Whether we scream our heads off or not, but I’m scared that I won’t find them for I will search. However what if I leave a place and they are just arriving… can I survive being without them for that long?

A single rose A single kiss A single touch A single bliss A hopeful love Of our hearts content Leads our path astray Our mirrors lie Our dreams cry We destroy each other with no questions why Our hopes and dreams turn into lies and schemes Our innocence forever torn from our eyes A single day A single night A single truth So many lies Love is lost A heart lay broke Simplicity is lost Was I ignorant or was it easier, am I more aware or did it get more complicated Questions asked Behind a lovers mask A tear doth fall You end it all I’m sorry if pain caused the decision you made I’m sorry my l

          I walked along the empty halls after curfew. My foot steps echo, memories of a less complicated time end up echoing through my mind with each step. Laughs. Smiles. When it started getting complicated was hard to say but some how here I am standing next to the spirits of my past cold, and alone. I feel empty like I have lost something important and I burry my self even deeper in despair I sink to the cold hard ground, lay my head on the cold tile and cry.            In my sorrowed haze I feel a warm hand rest on my shoulder as if to say you're safe I'm here I sit up and throw my arms around the friend who I can't see because I'm st