When I see you,

all I think about is

the way she might

hurt you, how you

might feel.

It breaks my heart.

I don't want you to

ever feel that way.

The small rips in a

Heart, only to all add

Up and leave only

Small remnants of a

Once wholesome

Soul.

You deserve better.

I think about how if

you loved me, we

would be different.

How I would cherish

you, make sure your

heart never hurt.

You've been through

more than anyone

should have to.

I want to wrap you in

my embrace and keep

you from harm.

I want to keep the sweet

shine in your eyes and the

color in your cheeks.

I want to see your smile,

and protect it.

But I can't.

You just go back to her.

To the heartache, drama

and trouble.

When you need me, when

she breaks you down,

I'll build you back up. Simply

because that's what I've

always wanted to do.

I'll always be here for you

No matter how much it might

Ruin me.

What am I to say?

Not to be cliche,

But my mind raced.

The churning of my

Stomach distracted,

Your dimples, they

Brought me back

I started to jabber,

Talking of things that

Didn't matter, but

You went along, not

Missing a single beat.

Beat...

That's why my cheeks

Turned red, as palpitations

Got blood through

my veins.

You looked down and

Didn't quite catch me as

I sneaked a peek at you,

The way you leaned against

The desk carelessly, your

Cool confidence I adore.

You blinked, dark eyelashes

Meeting your cheeks like

The sea meets the shore.

Everything you do

Inspires me.

Inspires me to write,

Verses upon verses

Of cheesy poems.

Inspires me to paint

The way you make me

Feel. Reds, blues, all of it.

When the bell rang,

I cursed the school

District for its

Unrealistic lunch

Schedule. You

Waved goodbye.

I wanted to grab your

Hand to make you stop,

Explain that I'd rather

Sit in a boring math class

With you, than alone in

My favorite art class

Instead I waved back,

And went along.

All through the day,

I thought of you and

Your unconventional

Way of making me smile.

With wind colder than her heart of stone,

She embarked.

They said the journey was too far,

No one could make it alone;

Over steep mountains down into valleys

Where not a soul had ever escaped.

She still embarked.

With stars leading her into the unknown,

Our heroine went on.

The walks were long, her legs were tired,

But she never gave up.

Days went by, what if they were right?

Would she make it?

Our heroine still went on.

But then, in the dark of the night,

She made it.

Illuminated by the constellations above,

There it was.

She found who she was supposed to be,

It was there before her.

She had made it.

You may ask, what did she find?

Why did she go where no one

believed she could?

Why was she so cold?

There is one answer for everything,

All of the questions you're silently asking.

Herself.

She found herself.

She went because she wanted to find herself.

She was so cold because she didn't know who she was.

Identity builds a person up as a child builds a tower,

It tears down the same way.

Everything is a matter of finding who you are,

And who you wish to become.