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dHow can you expect me to smile,
When the taste of bile remains on my tongue?
How can you expect me to hug you,
When your arms were around her waist?
How can you expect me to kiss you,
When her lips were on your neck?
How can you expect me to trust you,
When you indulge in cheating?
How can you expect me to laugh,
When stones stay in my stomach?
How can you expect me to look you in the eye,
When your eyes are hungry for what I will not feed you?
How can you expect me to talk to you,
When her words are in your head?
How can you expect me to stay,
When you keep smacking me in the face?
How can you expect me to leave,
When I'm a part of you?
How can you expect me not to break your fradgile face,
When you keep beating me senseless?
How can you expect me to not doubt myself,
When you always seem to find someone better?
How can you expect me to bury my face in your chest,
When you don't care?
How can you expect me to smile?

How could I expect you to care,
Knowing you would let me down time and time again?
How could I trust you,
Knowing you would break it time and time again?
How could I hug you,
Knowing you would go somewhere and do something else?
How could I look you in the eye,
Knowing you're longing for someone better?

If I mean the world to you, why can't you treat me like you feel?
If you see us going far, why can't you let us go far?
If you want to be happy with me, why won't you let yourself be happy?
If you want to be with me, why can't you just be with me?
If you're comitted, why do you commit crimes in this relationship?
If you're with me, you know I'm one in a million, and you should treat me as so.

I'm a young woman, and I'm a princess. You should treat me as one, because you don't know how long I'll be here. You should love me the way you say you do, because I'm not all talk. Are you? Can you handle me? Can you stand the thought of me being upset at you? If it bothers you so much, why don't you stop doing things that make me upset? If self-doubt is what you wanted to give me, thanks a lot, I got it in the mail at one AM this morning. If I'm all you want, stop searching for someone else. If I'm all you make me up to be, why don't you stop tyring to make me someone else. If I'm your girl, why don't you just let me be just that?

But It's Better If You Do

To be honest, life as a pessimist is not all wilted flowers and broken bones. It’s just not all lilies and butterflies.
All I seem to see is the sadness, the negativity, all the things you hide yourself from.
All I am to you is a shield and a sponge. One to pull in all the sadness and negativity, and hold it there. Take the blows, so you don’t have to.
I may be apathetic sometimes, but that doesn’t matter. It’s just the fact that I am, not why I am.
I wish you would ask, so I could explain, but I guess you were never really good at deciphering the clues I drop, no matter how obvious.
The pain of payment, the spilled ink on this page, should show you how you condemn me to this hell, how I have endeavored over and over, running into walls, finding no means out of this predicament.
There is only one way for you to understand, the feeling of this hell, and that would be for you to go there on your own.

My heart aches, for this pain increases, my blood running faster, my heart beating rapidly against my chest, the beating drum echoing in my eardrums, the rush of blood filling the dead air. This hell, this box of insanity, oh how it pains me so. I watch as the both of you smile at your wickedness, I grimace as your voice echoes in my ribcage. All you seem to say these days, is something for me to do, a hello, just a hello, nothing more nothing less. Dead silence rests between you and I. The silence smiles at me, and I smirk back, realizing your game. If you think I’m going to trip over your “thin” thread and fall into your trap, I’m not going to. I can see in bright light, I can sense in darkness, I am a pessimist after all, all I see is negativity.

So tell me tall figure of authority, who are you? Who are you to tell me what I want? Who are you to smile at sadness? Who are you to turn your back on those who have done no wrong?

So there you stand, and here I will fight, your negativity. My apathetic views will vanish, and you will smile once more. But it’s better if you do.

A taste of Molly's Labyrinth (Part one)

Where am I? This place is filled with wonders.. There's so many things to see here! I wonder where everyone is... Molly thought to herself as her blue eyes took in all the view had to offer. The grass was green and shimmering in the bright sun, the sidewalk was clean, the trees were standing tall, their leaves stretching out as if to shake your hand hello. The cherry trees flourished, with their cherry blossoms blowing in the wind, making the air sweet. The flowers smiled at the sun, their reds and yellows blended, their petals blew in the wind as if they were to dance. Molly's long black hair blew in the wind, causing her to squint in the bright light and wind. There's so much here! What's that over there? A house? Molly thought as she walked toward it. Her purple capris were all dirty from the day before, her white blouse soiled as well. As she approached the house, a young boy about her age sprinted inside. The house was two stories, its windows wide but small, and upon each windowsill there sat a small flower, a tulip, smiling at the sun. Molly knocked on the door, wondering if anyone were home, as all the windows showed her reflection.The door creaked open, and a boy, fourteen, her age, showed her inside. "Hi, I'm Molly, um, who are you, and where am I?" Molly asked the boy."Hey, I'm David, and this is Earth, where all of us are? That's the oddest question I've ever been asked!" David laughed. Molly stared at the boy, as the door closed, his hair perfectly swept to the right, his eyes a dazzling green, his teeth a perfect white. Her eyes widened as she noticed something shining below his lips, realizing that those were snakebites. She smirked, realizing his chisled cheekbones, his sculpted jawline. "Um, why are you staring at me? Come in, your room's waiting for you upstairs." David said, smiling."Huh? What? Uh, oh. Yeah. Okay!" Molly said, smiling back.More will be written later.

A Shard Of Jade - A little taste of Molly's Labyrinth(Part Two)

"Haha, so what brings you here, Molly?" David said, smirking."Um, I really don't know what brought me here, I don't even know how I got here! Why am I here?" Molly questioned, an inquisitive look on her face."Well, um, I could answer those questions, except, I don't know the answers. Haha. Thought I had some answers didn't you? Let's go." replied David as he pulled her by the hand up the four flights of stairs.
Molly looked around, her eyes widened as she stopped in front of the lavender door, white flowers hand painted onto it. She turned the knob, opened the door, looked over at David, whose face was blank, but his eyes had a certain sparkle to them. Molly walked into the room, to find it shifting its own furnature, to suit her likes. The bed was black, the celing was a hand painted night sky, the walls were painted like a valley, flowers and all, and it was all under that night sky celing.
"Wh-wha-wh-wh-w-w-WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!!" Molly stuttered, turning her head toward David, who laid his green eyes on her sparkling blue eyes. "Haha, you're kidding right?! Go lay down. I think you need to rest. You'll find clothes in the dresser over there." David purred, smiling.
Once David left, Molly got up off the bed and scrambled on the dark red wooden floor, looking at all the different things that suited her. She opened the closet to find that it was filled with Band t-shirts, black pants, skinny jeans of all colours, and a full length, three way mirror. She gasped and left the closet, scared. So she opened the dresser, to find the drawers filled with pajamas, and dress clothing. The pinstripe jumper caught her eye, so she picked it up, finding that it was much too big for her, but she went into the closet and changed anyway. As she stepped out of the closet, the jumper fit her perfectly, and she smiled to herself. As she was pulling on the shoes she came in, David walked into the room with a friend.
"Hey Molly, this is Jade. Jade, this is Molly." David said. "Hey, um. Nice to meet you." Jade said, extending his hand.
Molly's mouth nearly dropped as she feasted her eyes on Jade. His eyes, his body, his smile, his soft--
"Molly? You okay?" David said, raising an eyebrow.Molly shook her head, and shook Jade's hand, noticing his eyes were locked on hers. "Um, yeah. Hi..uh. Jade." Molly stuttered."Hey, I see you're kinda new here? Wanna go for a walk sometime?" Jade said, in his soft, british accent. "Where are we off to? You-- Hi." Molly cut herself off, afraid of embarrassing herself. Jade took her hand, "See you soon David, be back for dinner, I promise!"Molly smiled as Jade lead her down the stairs.

The Beginning

Friday marks the end of another year, the beginning of a new summer. But like all flowers, friday will wilt, and you will forget I am standing here, you will forget that I will soon be a fallen warrior. A warrior who faught for you when no one else would, who hurt others to see you smile. Oh what a wicked warrior I was. A small soul, with many mirrors, which is the real reflection? Only your eyes could see. But you lied and crushed my mirrors, threatening to crush my world. A fallen warrior I may have been, but I rose, to deprive you of the power you once had. The fist you threw at my mirror was caught by a wounded warrior, who faught for you. Yet, you forget. You forget that despite the wounds you have given me, I faught for you, expecting nothing in return, but never did you stop to think that the winds of karma would lay its soft, cold winds on your back. I sang to you the song of my soul, I sang to you the song of my sparrow. I sang to you the song of my sorrows. I strummed the melodies of the laughter. But you never seemed to appreciate what I once was, nor did you appreciate what I have become. Smiles may rest upon thy lips, but a twisted motive lies within thy heart. What seemed to be my only hope was at the hands of my twisted mind. Thine mind could not hold my shadowed hand.You claim to have been very renound, however, my heart bleeds pure, yours bleeds pure, however yours does not beat in thy chest. My sword does not touch thy lips, the mask you wear I have shattered, however thy lonliness shines through thy shattered mask. I smile upon thine ugliness, as it is what I had seen in me once. My smile does not twist into spite, nor does twist into pity. The curves in my lips should signify, thine pain has yet to begin. My eyes signify, thy fear is visible. The grip on my weapon loose, should signify, I need not slay thou, thy mask has shattered, and thy pain has yet to begin but yet to end.

The End

Your smile so pure, in this summer sun. My fingers intertwined with yours, my smile met yours. A little princess, but with the qualities of a Knight. Light on my feet I was, strong with a sword you were. Red ribbon flew free behind my boots, black hair flew behind my head. A smile crossed my lips as I turned my head to see your smile meet mine. One afternoon we fenced, my thin sword meeting yours, the electrifying sensation ran up my arms, seeing as you had no chances left. Horrifying words escaped thy lips as my black skirt flew with my legs. Your envious eyes met mine, as we saw who was meant to be a princess and who was meant to be the Knight. Your hand brushed mine, as the prickly pins of envy poked at my hand.Thy breath drew short, my smirk sparked on my lips. Thy sword skills not as advanced as mine. Thy mask lies on thy face, I see thy envy, I see thy love. In thy bosom thy heart rests, in thy blood there lies envy, there lies love, there lies loathe. Thy tainted dagger like words ripped through my armor, but not yet has it pierced my skin. The poison coated daggers you throw, I smile a twisted smile, dressed in half armor, knowing where you would have stricken. My boots click upon the floor, as thy smile rips through thy mask. The dark, grey sky, blankets an Earth where the trees are green, where the leaves and branches dance in the wind, where the grass grows tall, and where I once was. Thine eyes meet mine once more as I smirk upon thy weakness, however, little did you know I saw the glint of hope in thy thine eyes, seeing that you have discovered my weakness, not too long after I discovered yours. Thy trail lies ahead, however I will walk it first. I rush back to thine wounded body, and I lean in an inch from thy face to whisper, "I see thy hate, I see thy envy, I see thy love, I see a weakened warrior. You will find me dancing in the wind, you will find me, if you will open your eyes to see. Thine envy brings you nowhere, and I am everywhere. Find me when your eyes are open, and when thy wounds have healed. And it is then you may heal."

Hills Of Myst

Your lips so craving, Your heart is aching.

The sounds of crickets in the starry night,

The wind begins to play.

As my savage eyes come to meet yours so calm,

As the strings of the acoustic are strummed,

Your hand reaches my face,

To feel the soft skin.

However, it is soft no more.

Cuts and bruises,I cannot cry,

Only my heart knows why.

The soft humming of an absent melody,

The soft, shortened breath escapes my lips.

I feel the pounding of your heart,

In love or in fear?

I can see the starry sky,

And your eyes,

Widened with fear of the passing seconds.

My heart begins to wrench,

I decide not to be tense.

Your lips touch mine,

I whisper, with an urgency,"I will never leave you, though this pain is too much to bear, never forget, my love carries in your breath, my voice echoes in the wind, my heart rests within a tree, but in your bosom lies the words I speak. I will pass from this Earth, a dead body, but a wandering soul. Welcome, to my Hills Of Myst."

Your smile fades to a single tear,

Which turns into another,

And another.

I blink at the sadness in your voice as you whimper,"But you cannot leave, my love! You...I... You and I, we are, we will be, will always remain. I love you, and I will not watch you pass in this meadow of blooming flowers and tall grass. Your smile intoxicates me, your love warms my cold body. Do not leave me, my love!"

And that, was the last I heard from you,

Before I passed, and you gripped my body,

Sobbing into my neck.

I could only smile,

Because I became, A wandering spirit,

And though you cannot see me living,

I see you every day.

Your sadness never left you,

I've visited you in your dreams.

Do you remember when I whispered,"I will always come back for you, I promised, I will never leave you, here I am."

And you woke,

To see an aura of purple.

So I smiled and touched your cheek,

And kissed your forehead.

And then,

I whispered in your ear,"Listen to the Wind. My love, Welcome, To.."

And you finished,"Your Hills of Myst. I love you."

And with that,

The Wind blew, and I faded from that spot,

Only for you to find,

A note on your table,

All it said was,"Love, SuperVixen."

And as I watched you sleep once more,

I left your room,

But I will never leave you.