The Fable.

Remember the scene in charlie and the chocolate factory when they are all in the boat....

Yes, the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing

My head is the epitome of that place; there is no earthly way of knowing which way that I am going. This will not break me; another human will not consume the very essence of who I have fought so hard to become. Fuck you and the lies you bury yourself in. 

People will tell you exactly who they are, 

make sure you are listening or 

else you might find yourself living 

inside the lies you believe. 

Disclaimer: I miss you. 

But the you I miss would have fought for me. 

Instead, I am left here in seclusion; 

all I know is darkness now.

hush,now

But this is not wonderland and I am not alice. 

I have always wanted the happy ever after but at what cost? 

       The taut skin stretched across my body is my only defense to not having my 

        heart ripped from my chest; even bulletproof vests tend to fail. 

I no longer want to give, I want to take; 

                I want to take every piece of your soul and call it my own. 

The very essence of my being wants to break free from this vulnerability, 

each exposure maiming more than the last. 

                 I am done. I no longer want to fight, I want to flight. 

                         I am, as lonely as they come. As empty as they make them.

                         But I have come to the conviction that loneliness is sometimes, 

                         a beautiful thing. 

And I am terrified. 

Terrified that the things inside me are the things that will 

keep me from ever finding a home inside someone else.

For she was a stunning mystery. 

              She carried things deep inside her that no one has yet to understand.