Dark
is the room
I am in
and you're there
and your eyes
are so black
and they draw me in.

I trip
and I fall
and you catch me.

Dark
is the sky
that I see
when you're there
and I wonder
if you see
what I see right now.

I trip
in the stars
and they catch me.

It's you
but you're there.

I thank you
my love
my star
for catching me
in your eyes
in the sky.

Then it's dark.

It's now 11:08 and I'm trying to make this readable. Can't you see, dear friend? I love you with every ounce of my soul. With every vein in my heart. Every. Fucking. Vein. I don't know how I would go on if something happened to you, but you're here now, so I have to tell you. Appreciate my overly-comma'd sentences, I'm having difficulty letting ( Read more... )

In back of me is a dresser, a night stand, and a clutter.
In the door of the dresser is a mirror. In the mirror I see a girl, with brown hair pulled up into a high, messy ponytail. A girl with a big grey hooded sweatshirt, and jeans. A girl full of mistakes and naivity and wisdom.

Who is she?