We could have had so much more.

I don’t see you in the same light anymore.

Indecision is common, not knowing which way to go or what to do next.

You confuse me.

Poetry.

This poem is about the reflection I see. What is written in this poem such as "Blood stains my face" and "Tears mix with the cuts on my cheeks", I am not being truthful. This never happened. This is simply an imaginative poem.

What I could write when feeling so down and out. I am determined to let my depression turn into something beautiful.

Hope is a luxury.

I dedicate this to those who have been hurt so many times by another that it is scary to let another try to love you.

We had to write a poem for class, contrasting two opposites; I chose love, and lust.