Softly
you whisper sweet words...

If only you knew
the sense of security...

Too quickly
did my world fall apart...

I feel
your fingers...

As I sit in class,
Cuddled in your jacket with warmth...

I am okay.
I do not need him...

Look at me and my pretty knife.
Look at how it makes a slice...

My words
get me nowhere...

Love and trust.
Two of the most...

**October of 2009
What's to fear but fear itself...

I miss
-The way he could always make m laugh...

No longer can I pretend
that I do not love you...