No one understands the heavy weight of the heart as the bell rings and you are the last standing in the dark corner, waiting for someone to notice—someone to care.

No one understands the sting of your eyes as the joy and laughter floods through the air—the type of joy and laughter you aren’t apart of.

No one understands the urge to leave as someone offers you a part in there fun—but only out o...

Knew everyone in my grade

But no one knew my name

I want the memories all to fade

Because I never wanted all the fame

Back then, I was the last one picked

Forgotten that the back of the class

Everyone said I needed to be fixed

But all I actually wanted was to pass

The feeling of being lonely

Oh, it isn’t too good

I wish I could’ve trusted myself fully

Cause I wasn’t the kid from the hoo...

Kickball and I was chosen last.

The end.

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Hi my loves! ♥️

I am feeling better today! 😊

So I decided to share my story out line of the new book I’m working on!

Here we go!

(And if it done make sense dont worry I just wrote the gist and so things are still in my brain.)

So most POVS will be in Charlee’s view but a couple will be in the others. SOME will be in the murderer's view �...

He called her name

And her eyes lit up

That feeling I would die to have

She walked up to the stand

Took his hand and then they went off into whatever wonderland

It’s okay it wasn’t me

He’s not the one I wanted anyways

The one I wanted was 3 men down the line

And I was confident that one day maybe he’d be mine

One

Two

Then three men

Called her name

They all made their way to the stand

Sm...

I think I have a lovely face,

I think I have a believable pace,

You think your the best of them all,

You think that ‘cause you have someone to call,

There always someone willing to following you,

It’s mildly creepy when it’s first introduced,

For you,

I suppose,

It’s nothing new,

But for me,

I think,

It’s quit rude,

I will never really get over the fact,

That you took me up and dropped me like an ...

They say I have a heart of gold,

But I don’t think that’s true.

For if I had a heart of gold,

I’d be loved first by you.

Instead my heart is silver,

Silver as loose change.

Meant to toss around and trade,

‘Til I’m lost down the drain.

My heart is silver steel,

As silver as a blade.

It’s cutting edge so sharp and cold

It scares Cupid away.

And since its love means friendship,

My heart’s stuck in...

I stand, taunting the line between security and longing like a tightrope walker,

Moments from falling into the deadly grips of hope.

It ensnares me,

This irrational flower of reassurance,

Whispering that I am of value,

That I am cared about,

By those whom I call friends.

But if that were true,

Then why am I still alone,

In the cold, blinding spotlight,

Waiting, begging for someone to a...

There I stood, alone and forgotten,

Wilting as if no rain had come.

In the midst of winter, I am the poppy,

The one that awaits among the snow.

They say they love me,

Yet I’ve never picked.

I bloom in hopes one day I’ll be found,

A spectacle to marvel at,

Safe and sound.

Was it the feeling of being chosen,

I’d so desperately yearned for?

Or was it the promise they could see me,

A...

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...

Fountain full of coins,

Wishes and broken promises.

Months pass, seasons change.

Children paddle in the shallows.

Fountain empty of water,

Pennies, husks of plenty drying in the sun.

Months pass, seasons remain.

Teens scoop up forgotten change.

Fountain of the remaining penny,

Water now flooding my shape.

Weeks pass with new phases of the moon.

The elderly sit on my edges.

Fountain now due for ...