how the past has made her stronger and how the present needs her to be.

She sees who is true, who always will be, and sometimes what seems to only be a split second later to being proved wrong.

She hurts and heals, but is what seems to be a soul of scars.

She knows and forgets but inside knows that she will always remember.

She is emotionally strong, shuts down frowns with smiles but can’t hide tears.

She knows better, but seems to become blind and expects what in the end never happens.

She does this thing called: thinking ,way too much and realizes that thoughts are infinite.

She walks like shes never fallen but she feels completely bandaged.

She loves like love is the only feeling in existence, and although she loves some that could pretend shes not there, reason is the love she holds goes beyond imperfections.

She crys; but tears couldnt possibly explain all shes been through.

She talks, and in her voice is the soft shatter of moments recalled that may hold her from speaking.

She holds memories close, her heart closer and doesnt let go so easily.

She is creative, but can’t make her life a pretty scrapbook.

She tries to understands this concept called life and doesn’t quite comprehend how it will all fit into her first book.

But it will;

Because she, is me.