What you will never understand is, I wanted to live, not because I was with you, but because seeing you smile gave me hope that things would get better. I wanted to live because hearing your voice reminded me of all the beautiful things in this world. I wanted to live because I'd found the rarest thing in the world: love and I couldn't let that go... Not without a fight... I didn't keep living because you asked me to or because I was with you, I kept living because your existence reminded me of things worth living for.

I want to die now because I fought for love and you seem to have given up so easily on it and the pain that comes with knowing that I wasn't worth fighting for, shatters my soul every waking moment. But I hope that whoever replaces me has some semblance of love for you...

I'd been held captive for years by my step mother, doing nothing more than cleaning, cooking, and being a source of food for my step sisters and her. My skin was a frightening pale color and my eyes had become dull. I couldn't stand it anymore. I hadn't been in the sun since I was thirteen. These parasitic creatures were taking everything I had. They were nothing more than a disease and I would find a way to be the cure. At least, that's what I'd been telling myself for years, right before starting my morning chores before the sun had even rose. One day, I would make good on my vow.

I have been told this so much, I see it on social media a lot too.

I hate this saying. I KNOW my worth but I don't believe it. There's a difference between knowing something and believing something. And I know people are gonna be like "Well if you don't "believe your worth" than you don't truly know it.

The thing is, is I know I'm human and I deserve respect. I know I deserve someone who loves me unconditionally. I know I deserve someone who is gonna worry about whether I've eaten 2-3 times a day. I know I deserve to feel wanted and loved.

But, I don't believe I'm deserving of that. I don't believe I'm worth the time it takes out of someone's day to give me respect or to be loved or have someone worry about if I'm okay.

You can know your worth but knowing your worth does nothing when you don't believe it.

She was the girl that loved with an intensity so bright, it'd blind her. She'd never see the pain she felt. But when she finally cried out for help, no one was there to care. She accepted her fate and rather than boiling in self loathing for being naïve, she danced. She danced barefoot among her ashes, not caring that she would one day be burned to nothing.

She learned, there was no Prince Charming to save her from herself and that was okay, she'd do just fine. It was just her and her all consuming fire of emotions.

The promise of forever rings in my ears,

It's the only thing my heart will hear.

Yet with every shattering breath,

I know I need to let you go.

All everyone says is you've moved on,

You've found a new girl.

You have no idea how much it burns,

But I've learned how replaceable I am.

I wanna say you'll never find someone better than me,

But I know that's not true.

There's girls smarter than me and not as insecure.

Girls better than me as a whole...

All I ever was, was replaceable.

And that's all I'll ever be.

Now I have to pick myself up,

piece by piece.

I spend my waking hours, hating myself.

How could I be so naive and believe anyone could love me?

How could I have believed that we'd last forever...

How could I have let you in without second thoughts.

You have the power to destroy me,

I gave you that sword, like an idiot.

Now you've driven it through me,

And without so much as a blink, you left me to die.

So a quick update about my writing and book(s). I am in a really vulnerable and emotional place right now and honestly, I can't bring myself to really write anything other than every now and again so as much as I'd like to write at least once a week, I can't. I am still hoping to find beta readers but my writing is slow af right now.

That being said, I'm trying my best.

Cut all ties to him, maybe I'll heal.

Heart strings slowly tear,

As my tears become a waterfall.

Soul shattering sobs sing my sorrow.

I don't think I'll survive my world collapsing.

Now I have to find a new dream.

Giving up a love I fought for.

The demons are winning,

Hope has abandoned me.

Even Love decided I wasn't enough for her touch.

Fate never thought to warn me.

Envy embraces me when I realize how easy this is for him.

Everyday I break all over again, and he just ignores my existence.

Living has become unbearable...

I have no choice though,

No matter how unwanted I am.

Giving up was never an option for me.

Of course, I'd do anything he'd ask...

Fear paralyzes me, knowing how deep my devotion dives.

Unable to cope, chasing a feeling,

No one can change my mind.

When he told me why he avoids me, I knew the truth.

Any hope I had was snuffed out,

Now I'm forcing myself to move on out of spite.

Teaching myself to be okay,

Even though I know I'll never be okay again.

Deep down inside, I'll always chase him and the feeling of unwanted.

My favorite word is Love. It's a beautiful word.

When I was younger, like seven, I would watch movies and read fairy tales and fantasize over my Happily Ever After. When I got older, I watched my sister in her relationships and quickly learned that Disney had lied and that no matter how good love was, I'd never get to have a story like Cinderella or Belle Or Ariel. I quickly grew sour towards the notion of love. Pinterest fed this by showing me quotes too. I remember one and to sum it up it basically said that God and the devil both created potions called "Love" one was beautiful and the other was abhorrent. Then I met a boy. I was 14 and in 8th grade. He made me feel seen and heard. Suddenly, the world was alive with so many colors I'd never seen before. The bird who woke me every morning, her song was gorgeous all of the sudden. The smell of flowers was stronger, more elegant. The world was beautiful and life was worth living. I met a boy and his name could have practically been Love for saying his name is the equivalent to hearing the most beautiful sounds in the world. His name could have been Love for seeing his face was better than witnessing the every color unknown to man. His name could have been Love for touching him for the first time set me on fire Even now, his touch still does something to me, his name still makes me smile, and the sight of him makes me want to cry with joy. It's no fairytale but even when I'm on the verge of tears, all I have to do is look at him and I'm fighting a smile. Love is my favorite word, unless I could choose his name.

Funny background story first:

My family plays a game called Wahoo. In this game, you get 4 marbles and 1 dice. If you roll a 1 or 6 you can leave your "prison" as I call it. Then you have to make it all the way around the board to your home. You have to get all 4 marbles in your home to win. The catch is, if someone lands in the same hole as your marble, you have to take that marble back to their cell until you roll another 1 or 6. If you get someone or roll a 6, you get another turn. If you win, you yell "WAHOO!" We get very competitive. One day, I was playing with 2 of my brothers and my grandmother. One of my brothers, the oldest of the 3 boys, gets one of my marbles out and starts talking smack about how he's going to destroy me and blah blah blah. And this is what I said, and also the motivational part:

"You cannot destroy me; I'm a phoenix and I will rise from my ashes."

My grandmother LOVED it! Now whenever I feel some crushing weight of defeat I tell myself that this may consume me but I will rise every time I fall. I was 14.

I've always had a bit of a fantasy about villains. Whether I was the villain and taking over the world or the villain finally got to tell their side or a villain took over the world and made me their queen. So to simply put it, I'd take over the world, after all, who could stop me?