ND the Working Wordsmith

Carving you out of my heart made me heartless.

Even if they aren’t the one, love is still love.

Who is born perfect, in an imperfect world?

Don't deny yourself love from your possible soulmate.

We are villains because we wanted.

Love is worth a million pictures.

A hundred trillion stars fill this universe, yet all of them are worth just a sliver of you.

There isn't a great darkness, It was just my darkness. A shadow of myself whispering. "There is no other way, You are just a failure." To which I will say, "You are right, my shadow; I am a failure, yes; I never been anywhere else. But failures can be changed, Other ways can be forged. Greatness forged by our failures. A will makes a way."

A melody plays inside myself. A tempo changing so slightly. A voice striking my core. Letting me know that I- I have a family too. Even if they aren't blood, Songs let me feel home. Even without ever having one.

There was an old time. Where a heart and soul, Made all the stars jealous. The varying stars decided together, To separate them from togetherness. They made them Sun and Moon One destined to stay still. One destined to circle another. For the rest of time.

My mind is rather just, A pit of senseless thoughts. Thoughts too contradictory for me. Wanting to passionately love anyone. Anybody beside the person thinking.

Thoughts coalesced into fear. The fear of desperate want, The fear of endless loneliness, The fear of what's coming. But it was a massive sea. A sea of stars shimmering. Where I lived in space. Not as in outer space, But as in the darkness. The emptiness holding everything altogether. Does anyone even see it? I thought who else fits, But a something wanting nothing. Nothing but stars loving themselves. Even if he disappeared drowning.

Nothing more than just heartbeats. Heartbeats that resonate as earthquakes. Shattering all that I know. Making me keep sure of, The fact I can love.

Deaf, but still just hearing. Blind, but still seeing everything. Mute, but they're still talking. I'm in my own world. But I can't get out.

I searched for deep people. But I drowned not knowing, How and where to begin. Even with just shallow people. I couldn't swim at all.

Doors were cracked wide open. Nothing but broken glass flowers. She broke in guns blazing. Everything but me was safe. Safe from her raw emotions.

Primal as the broken silence. I hold onto the pieces. Desperately wanting nothing but nothing.