aneara-rose

Most nights, I lay wide wide awake, thinking of whats next? I love him so much yet it haunts me through the halls. "Why Him"? they ask as if they have nothing better to do, as so to be annoying as a canary. If I answer them, I only look like a fool, yet if I don't they just plague me more. "I love him", I shout," Is that so hard to understand"! Shocked on what i did, I ran down the hallway, running hard ,away from the plague. I just kept running, until I grew tired and stopped. I didn't see him come up behind me, but he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, and just held me. I broke down and cried right there in his arms, he turne

Lost in my thoughts and dreams, lost with out you. Confused about everything, unable to think, about you, about why I broke up with you and about myself. I was happy with you, I was safe, loved and everything was easy, careless almost like breathing. When I left, I was thrown had and deep into a pool of my own thoughts, drowning inside myself. So drowning I'll stay cause you will never love me again, you will never be my air again. And that's a choise I'll have to live with.

Can't find me, Can't be myself. Halls of mirrors each showing a part of me I had left behind, a part of me I want back. I start running, running against mirrors, Trapped and alone, I thought. Finally, I see a door, I step through it but its not an escape, its more mirrors but not of my reflection but of others, everyone calling me names, poking fun, calling names "Desprate, bitch, hoe...." they chant, and I see. "Stop", I yell, "Stop!" Suddenlly, a crash to my right, a hammer appears, the hammer itself  a shining silver and on the handle engraved the words "My choises". I take the hammer in my hands, and begin striking the mirrors, shattering

He did not wear his scarlet cloak, that night he came to save me, that dark,bloody night, he gave his life for me. I couldn't save him, I thought I could, but he told me not to, insted he told me to run, run far away, I told him to run with me, I told him to stay away, but he kissed me once and let me go. So I ran and hid and tried not watch what horor had begun. They pushed him down and beat him up. I tried to run farther, but my tears came in a rush. As I sat there and cried wanting to die with my love, they shot him once, twice and the horror was done. I was so angry, so upset, that I ran up next to his body, whatever life he had left. I c

My life was amazing, i was dancing on air, then he led me, he said he had cared. I began to love him and so to see i was love, silly me. Dad said he better put you first, or I'll come get him. Only thing Dad didn't realise, it was all a lie. He said he said he loved me, and held me close, until I found him kissing someone else. I'm still head over heels, thats what they say, sad thing is I'll love him everyday.

He is an addiction to me , a force I can't ignore, a force that whispers my name in the night calling me back to him.  I can't stop it just, have to keep going back for more, uncontrollably, wanting more. Can I break away from it? Can I stop? As these questions run through my mind, I fall right back into his arms, not thinking about it. As he holds me tight, and kisses me so sweetly, I look into his deep brown-green eyes, and know that I can't escape it, I just have to love him, now, forever, and always.