November 8
I'm happpy actually I'm not happy I'm at peace. Happiness is fleeting.
Well he broke up with me, but I only cried once, out of happiness and anger at myself for being weak.
I call myself a social justice warrior standing up for those who can't bring a voice for the voiceless.
My friends noticed,
My usually neat but still slightly wild hair become perfectly flat ironed not a hair out of place.
My jean jacket's signature pin's; a clown accompanied by let's get quacking" duck pin.
Found nowhere in sight.
Paper void of poetry never written.
Books collecting dust.
The mischievous spark in my eye was dying out.
Ignoring what makes me who I am.
The values and integrity I always held so dear
The girl who's light once burned bright is no longer here instead she is but a
flame about to disappear
All this done so she could feel what she thought was love.
Completely forgetting he who loves her always and forever from up above.
No matter what she does no matter where she goes Through all her troubles
She is never alone she is protected
His arms are her home
He loves her for her
Loving the girl for her and is always there to relight her flame.
This man is Jesus and he knows my name
Though I stumble
Though I fall
He will be there
To love me
Through it all.
