marvelousmavis

. . . .... What is my love? My love is my time. My love is my time laid out, planned, and scheduled around yours. My love is my time giving way to yours. My love is my time, each second dedicated to loving you. My love is my time, and how much of it would be consumed in the evolution of us as a couple and then as one. My love is my sacrifices. My love is my sacrifices, every decision, all leading to you. My love is my sacrifices, every small particle of choice that will always have a hint of you. My love is my sacrifices, with every small step and every huge leap all going towards a future with you by my side. My love is my patience. My

All that sparkles, And all that gleams, Mostly are false miracles, And tattered seams There's not one thing that will spark joy When everyone is under someone's ploy Its a cycle, its a wheel Emptiness is all that you'll feel You question if you should even dare To ask for hope, is it fair? In the sea of the damned, will one rise to be a savior? Will there be a chance that, one day, fate will be in our favor? Drowning in your own pitiful, sorrowful tears Choking on your own disgusting, pathetic spit Yet, in that very moment, you lift your head and faced your fears You crawled and you climbed out of that bottomless pit You said, "No more,

. . . Whenever I feel the warmth of the breath of your skin against mine I come to pray and thank the universe divine Whenever I feel the softness of your heart, and its beating at the edge of my fingertips I lose the ability to think a thought or mutter any wisdom, I just shiver from my lips Whenever I hear you sing a song from inside your soul I feel a spark within, setting a blaze this heart of coal Whenever you hold me closer to your being, closer to where I am most at home I see a glimpse of enlightenment, and hear a faint, calming ohm Whenever you lay beside me, and rest your body with me I am not just me, but we are we, and there'

this is a story of a girl a girl who is selfless, a girl who is kind a girl so sweet, her laughter is the best memory in mind this is a story of a girl a girl with a smile that reaches her tiny ears a girl that's always ready to face her fears this is a story of a girl a girl who loved another, girl who got pregnant by another boy a girl who fought for love, for this other girl, who did nothing but hurt her, oh boy this is a story of a girl the most selfless girl, the most broken girl, the most beautiful girl this is a story of a girl a girl that I will fight for with all that I am a girl that I will love with all of my heart th

I was not born to be happy. . . I was conceived to save what was already broken, their marriage. At a young age this old man tried to lure me with money, my gut knew something was wrong. There were less than a hundred steps from my school to our house but only one push to bash my head against the staircase, I just wanted to go home. It was the morning prayer when this boy kissed my forehead, he just laughed about it. Lunchtime during 5th grade when someone choked me til I almost passed out, or was it all just a dream? I don't know it was all hazy. Lunchtime 1st year high when this girl said I'm not a virgin anymore because of how I walk