Feminine on the outside, Masculine on the inside: this is for you.

I saw you so unexpectedly the other day,
so quickly, you caught my breath.
I couldn't look at you,
I wouldn't meet your gaze,
in fear that you would reject me again.
Reject my friendship, my love.
Everything I could give you again, in another life.
My beautiful, my friend.
I am so sorry for everything that has happened.
I wasn't myself,
not when he was around;
not when I couldn't have you the way I shouldn't have needed.
He turned me into a monster for longer than needed be,
and for that I confess my sincerest apologies.
I know you'll never read what's inside me,
I know you'll never forgive my flaws.
All I can say is I miss you,
your beauty.
The hair of ashen-ed roads,
the skin of olive,
the eyes of a buttermilk sky,
the smile of a forest animal;
the innocents, the laughs,
the scandal.
You were always so lovely to me,
you always will be.
Even through out your hatred, through out your fake sympathy that once held me hole.
I thought too much, I believed too much.
I was wrong, I was crazy.
Now I'm just sad and sorry.
Our simplicity is what I miss most, I suppose.

Introduction.

For some reason, I have decided that blogging on here would be a good idea. I need to write, and I need someone to read me. I'd be honored if you, darling you, took the time to look past me and to learn what's truly inside. There is beauty, there is darkness; I can promise you won't be disappointed on what you discover.