Elly Grey

 I think one of the saddest things in the world is when a loving, tender, caring person's heart hardens. They gave it their all, everything they had. But each battering, each betrayal, each denial of love killed them more, until there was nothing left. 

 Did you see her? Did you see her in all her brightness? Did you see her eyes sparkle and how her voice carried? Did you see people look at her? Did you see her intelligence and her poetic magic? Did you see her politeness, her kindness? Her genuineness, her care? Did you? You didn't, Nobody did 

 All she wanted was to be held. She couldn't recall the last time she had been hugged. There was so much love within her, so much warmth and she had no-one to give it to. She thought to herself, could it be that she'd die one day, never being held again? 

 He asked me what I wanted for Valentine's Day, and I told him, a pure heart.  He asked me what I wanted for my birthday, and I said, good health and time. And at Christmas, he asked me what I wanted and I told him, happiness.

It doesn't matter what anyone else says or how they'll tell you to react. You've got to be the one who makes peace with it. That's important. It's you, your Darkness. Your Light.

 One learns the hard way. Again and again. Day after day.  Who is in, who is worth it and who matters. Spend your voice, your time, your energy on those who matter.  Not too much, not any extra.  Go where it's warm. Where your heart and mind are held in regard.  Go where you feel peace. 

 I think I've lost my voice. No, not a sore throat but, I go to open my mouth and nothing comes out. I try tell you what is wrong, but no words can describe it. Everything's hopeless. 

 Nobody sees you when you cry at night, still silently. Not even making a sound, even though you are alone. Nobody sees how you wipe your own eyes and take a deep, shaky breath. It isn't a weakness, it isn't even resilience. It's pure courage and strength. It's healing, it's destroying. It's survival. 

 Something as simple as sleep.  Will you come tonight?

 I know some things are too good to be true. I know not to put my faith in you. When things are going nicely and too sweet. When happiness seems in abundance, I know something is wrong. You cannot maintain goodness. You do not allow me happiness. You want to destroy my peace, because my peace is you. You want to destroy my happiness because you know my happiness is you. You are not kind to me. You are unfair. 

 I'll never forget our first date when you held my hand.  Firmly intertwined My heartbeat was quickening; it was so intimate I let out a breath and let my hand relax into yours My hand was in yours, guiding me, pulling me as if to say 'I'm here, we're together, it's cold, are you warm? Let's eat'

Would you run across town for me?  To me? 

 Tell her when you think about her. Tell her what thoughts play in your mind. She's not a mind-reader. She's waiting. 

 Just for once, reach out to me.  Genuinely show me that you've missed me.  Stop with the games, the lack of feeling.  Come to me to tell me that you've thought of me.  Just for once, tell me the truth, that your day is empty without my nonsense. And that you miss my incessant chatter, although it drives you crazy, you do miss me.  Just for once, tell me, so that I know... Because I don't know, if you do.  I don't think you do.  Because if you did, you'd tell me because that's what people in love do. 

I've woken up with my heart hurting. We can die from a broken heart right? I don't know how many times, my heart has shattered. How resilient is this beast, that it doesn't stop but keeps putting me through pain?

 And with death comes peace?  Does it?  Has anyone ever come back to tell us this?  Where do we go when we sleep? 

She left you standing there, so she could rediscover herself. And you are so self-centered that you still haven't noticed that she's gone. 

 Some walks are so profound.  You walk down streets, avenues and alleyways. You meet yourself around every corner.  You experience deja vu in certain places And it's only because you've seen the same place in a movie.  Your own movie.  Your play. 

 Apple, the fruit of Love. Was it really an apple? So perfect and red.  Not too sweet, a little tart in taste.  Why so forbidden? Why tarnished in reputation?  Why not revered and adored, and known for its passion?  Why not just say what it really was?

 It will never be extravagant or loud.  I don't want it to be.  But it has to be exclusively special. That's all I want.  A place in your world, where I stay.  A place that doesn't exist for another. 

Spin me around and kiss me.  Let the world walk on by.  Nobody will notice us, so don't be shy.  We won't feel the rain, Soaking us through. It's just me and you. So spin my world Spin me around There's nobody watching us,  We'll never be found. 

Because that’s what life’s about. It’s about laying on the grass next to someone you love, looking at the sky, and the soaring summer sun. That’s all that it is. The moment that you make perfect, because nothing is created perfect.