Her

Her heart is heavy,
Her heart is breaking.
She is crying every night, alone away from others.
She won’t tell a soul, not even the one she loves.
For the one she loves has made her this way.
He loves and protects her,
But he has also hurt her gravely.
With only his words,
He must have been clueless or stupid,
For those words affected her so much.
Breaking down, breathing heavy as she wiped her eyes.
She's alone in her room, trying to stay silent as a mouse.
She wishes to make this pain end,
Yet she was scared to cry for help.
Her protector and savior causes her so much pain,
He tries to keep her in his glass cage,
But that glass cage is slowly cracking.
With his words and her cries filled with tears.

Her heart hurts, from the breaking,
Letting it become heavy from the pain.
His words are becoming pins and knives,
His actions are like a shotgun,
Firing a bullet at the injured fawn.
Her eyes they beg him to love and protect her,
Not hurt her than he has already done...

Candles

In the room their lay 17 candles, 
In my hand I hold one, 
It is new and untouched and I wait for the clock to strike 1, 
Just an hour after midnight. 
17 candles stand tall and lit in the room as I place the newest one, 
I take a breath before I lighting it up with a kiss, 
My candles drip down slowly, showing all the tears I have cried in my time. 
Breathing slowly as my newest candle begins to drip. 
Slowly and painful, yet sweet. 
My collection of candles grow once a year. 
They never seem to end, 
They just grow...grow with me. 
I am no longer a child. 
Yet I am still not an adult. 
My candles are small but yet big, 
They tell my life and I am okay with it, 
As long as no one besides me blows them out.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow is a special day, 
Tomorrow will be my my senior dance, 
Tomorrow I will dance and have fun with my friends, 
Tomorrow I will laugh and play around with my friends, 
Yet tomorrow when everyone begins to slow dance with their dates, 
I will just sit in my chair and watch; trying not to cry. 
From the heartache of not being able to dance with the one I love. 
For we are miles away... 
And he has already experienced this dance with another, 
While this will be my first. 
Tomorrow I will not let my heart ache take over me, 
Because I have other friends who will be with me, 
And company me on this slow dance... 
Tomorrow will be fun. 
Tomorrow will be sad. 
But tomorrow will be my first and last senior dance. 
I will spend every minute with my friends until the next day.

Yooo

I have an Instagram now! where I'll be posting my art. Follow me! @3zumii

I haven't been on much, school keeps stressing me out. But good thing I got a new phone and I might try and upload through it if I'm not to tired or lazy.
Anyways, I just finish my some of my class assignment...I might help out more if I have the energy. enjoy what I drew.

Never mind. I just wasted ten minuted kicking him and ignoring the movie

watching a movie with the waifu

Just A Little Longer... (story poem for one of my characters)

Let me love you for a little longer; before time stops and you are gone.
Just a little longer please; I want to give you all my love,
Before we have to say goodbye.
We weren't meant to be; but to me you were perfect,
from the first moment I found you.
Small and delicate; sleeping calmly in my womb.
It wasn't meant to be; but I just wanted to have you,
Every heart beat we shared; and every breath, laugh, and tears we shared,
Was just perfect.
I don’t want to lose you; but our fate wasn't connect like I thought it was,
I will love you till your end; because you were worth it.
As Death comes and take you in his arms; I want you to know,
That I love you more than the day and night,
I only wish is that I could of spent the rest of my life loving you.

My heart beats heavy; in this hollow soul
My heart pounds against my chest; loud and painfully.
Every breath I take become harder to breath.
Like I’m falling into a dark abyss; making it hard to scream.
I want to make it stop but I can’t; because I’m the cause of this problem,
All I asked is that this pain won’t stop; for the day it stops,
It will be the day I’ll take my last breath.
My tears fill this abyss; as my nails mark my skin like I've done to these walls,
I am tempted by Death’s sweet kiss; but I know that kiss is not for me yet,
I still have time here; I still have something to do; I still need to make my mark,
Just to make the ones I love proud; just a little bit but not a lot.
As my heart beats louder against my chest; taking my words and screams I away,
I do not fear this; This will end one day but not soon.
As every breath get harder; I know that this will only last for a while until it is my time.

Tonight

I just cried in my bed tonight,
Mostly because I wrote something to my friend that they will never see.
Until after my wedding day.
Until I know I am far away from them and they won't see me cry,
And before I could change my mind.
Because by then they'll be living a better life.
And they might be with someone new.

I don't want to be a stain from there past.
Even as I write this I am still crying.
I can't stop the tears from falling no matter how much tissues I use.

Because I wrote something with my heart in my letter to them.
Because I'm too stupid and scared to show them.
But not to strangers.
Because I'll let strangers read my heart before them.
I'll let them wait not knowing I wrote them something to personal and dear to me.
I am a coward.
I am the worst.
Because I'll rather wait until I'm married and starting my own life,
Then to let them know before I put them in so much shock and pain.
Before I commit to a life of marriage.

As I continue typing, I slowly begin to stop crying,
I wish that everything I wrote was because I was sick.
That my fever let my heart speak,
Letting it honestly speak about something I hid and blocked away.
Now I only wish is to sleep tonight without tears.
It doesn't look pretty at all more because I am sick.