My all, my love. To have the honor to witness such beauty feels like life’s greatest gift to me. Green eyes like a forest that I yearn to get lost in. Freckles that seem randomly scattered, but to me feel perfectly placed. Pink lips, softer than satin, calling my name. Soft brown curls, cascading down pretty shoulders. I had no idea that I was capable of feeling like this. She is a work of art–a m...

I continue to wait with bated breath. Every time a new name is called, I feel my heart sink further down… and down… and down. I begin to wonder, what’s truly the point? Why have hope that I’ll be chosen, when I’m doing nothing but breaking my own heart? It’s futile, it’d seem, so I try to lower my expectations, or perhaps, eradicate them entirely. How can I be let down if my hope is already on the...

I sold my soul

but not to the devil

for it is an angel

to whom I now belong

I stopped being my own

the moment she saw me

and decided it is I

that she would possess

Now that I say it aloud

perhaps she is not

as innocent

as I had assumed

She wraps around me

her wings, my shield

to protect me

from the harsh world

But also, could they be

a cage, to keep me close

so that I may never escape

her be...