To my Readers

This is a letter to all my readers. How ever many that my be.
To some, I haven't written in a while.
To others, I have burdened them with the power in my words.
But just in case you were wondering,
or in case you need something to read.
I'm doing okay.

I'm still going through troubles.
And some are quite hard.
Some I don't know how to get through.
Others,
I just don't want to get through.
It's just too hard.
Too painful,
and a lot to take.

But I'm going to get through.
Because the things in this world.
Are so worth it.
I am worth it.

I have people that love me
and I love them,
with all my heart.
They make me smile.
Real, Zoei smiles.

They make me feel important.
loved,
secure,
safe,
and so much more.

I'm a tad weepy.
A little bit sorrowful.
But with every tear that falls, I remember how much I've gone through.
What I've overcome.
What I'm capable of.

With every hot drop that rolls down my cheek.
I remember crying nights on end,
to no end.

I recall feeling in love.
Head over heals love.
Love that healed all my wounds,
just to be torn open
and to bleed again.
For a long time.

I bring up memories of making fake love.
Trying to force love.
But you can't force love.
That's silly.

But I'm a silly girl.
I make mistakes,
I blunder on.

So here's to more mistakes,
to more sorrow,
and more joy.
To reminding my self that I'm much more than my minds play toy.

Thank you...So much...

Zoei

Okay

You can't escape.
Your heart is pounding.
It wants to leap out of your throat.
Your sweating,
crying.
eyes and nose streaming.
All your loved ones can do is look at you and stare because they're so frightened themselves.
The way your acting is horrible.
You feel as if your on fire,
inside a glass box.
Your trapped.
You pound on the glass.
Screaming,
running your fingernails down the pane
Just keep screaming.
The pain will go away.
Just keep screaming.
Fear can't last forever.

But now you're yelling.
Yes, there's a difference.
You're yelling because it's all their fault.
Not yours.
The idiocy of that person results in pain instilled in you.
So you yell.
You yell that you hate them.
Because internally, you do.
But mentally,
you still think that over.

Now you just cry.
Your throat to sore to scream, or yell.
Crying releases thoughts never meant to leave the brain,
but need to, because thoughts are never meant to stay in the mind for long.

You finally stop.
Stretched out like a limp rubber band.
To tired to sleep
to walk
to talk
to cry
to yell
to scream.
So you just lay in bed and hope that everything will be okay.

When It's All Said and Done

You pull me close ,
and hold me tight.
I feel like everything will be alright.
You shift your feet,
we start to dance.
I think I'll give love a second chance.

I love you,
can't you see?
This is how love feels to me.

You lean in and kiss me sweet.
Whisper things soft and discrete.
My heart is pounding,
my love for you resounding as I say:

I love you,
can't you see?
This is what love means to me.

Your hands slide.
Our lips collide.
Something doesn't feel quite right.

I love you,
can't you see?
But what is love supposed to be?

Is it your hands on my thighs
as my soul silently cries
against your moaning sighs?
As if I'm just some sort of prize?
My joy slowly dies
as I tire from my tries
to keep your body at bay.

I love you,
Why don't you see?
What have you done to me?

When it's all said and done
and you've had all your fun
all I want to do is run
but instead,
you jump the gun.
"I'm sorry."
You say.
With so much regret.
But really,
how am I supposed to forget?
The way that you touched me
and moaned my name
the way I look at you will never be the same.
As I open my mouth
Words start to fall
"I forgive you" I say,
and that was all.

I loved you,
why couldn't I see?
That our love was never meant to be.

A Well Deserved Reply

We're never going to be the same.
Never.
Okay?
We are never, ever, going to be how we used to be.

Stop tempting me!
Do you know how much I wish it were true?
That I could have my best friend back?

You want to talk?
I gave you that chance months ago.

You're sorry?
Why didn't you say that when it happened?

You've been thinking of me?
Huh.
When you think of me,
do you cry?
Like I do, every time I think about you?

When you see me,
do you cringe?
And think about all the horrible things you've done?

When you hear my name,
do you even care?

Why is it now, you're coming back to me?
Do you expect to be fully forgiven?
Well don't.
What you did, I don't know if I'll ever forgive.
But a least don't expect it now.

How can I trust you?
You broke every promise you made to me.
You told me not to worry, because you would always be my best friend.

But what is always to you?
Is it kicking me to the curb?
Kicking me while I'm down?
And kicking me out of your life?

So now you want to talk to me.
You want me, to spend my time on you.
you want me, to give you a piece of my mind.
Well you can have it.

How could you
leave me,
talk to me,
and treat me like that?

Do you know how much it hurt me
mentally
physically
and emotionally?

That's right,
You don't know.
Because you left me for months.
You don't know.
How the first time I saw you, after it had all happened.
How I hurt myself.
And now a scar is all I have to remember you by.
Is that how you want to be remembered?
Not for all the joy you used to bring me,
but for the pain you washed it out with?

You are a
lying,
tempting,
hurtful,
oblivious,
ungrateful...

I'm sorry..
I've had these feelings bottled up for a while now.
I just wasn't strong enough to say them before.
Four months is a long time.
I've changed.
I've learned a lot.
I've got a job now,
friends who care,
and mentally, I'm doing really well.
But you don't need to know that.
You don't deserve to know that.

You don't even deserve my time.
So the last words I'll leave you with,
are
"Good Bye"