Do you know how beautiful you are?' I shook my head 'I'm not. But you make me fell like I am.' I wanted to be beautiful. To him. For him. I didn't care how anybody else saw me. Only Ethan.

A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child's kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. "Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us." We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find...... a perfect paper airplane.

You deserve good things, and I want to be one of them.

So you try to think of someone else you're mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.

And at some point I would like to talk my publisher into doing an anthology of my poetry alongside some teen readers poetry. It would be fun, and really wonderful to get their stuff out there.

When i'm with you my blood flows smoothly through

Sad, that lives can be shattered, into so many pieces that they can never be put back together, the the relentless force of love. Irreparable.