Thanks to a certain someone, I'll be posting a few stuff that I've written. Please don't make fun of my cheesiness.. I can't help that. I am no John Green or Nicholas Sparks so please don't be disappointed in my work. Remember I am in high school, I am not some famous author. Just remember that and enjoy my writing!! :)
"As he held her in his arms, he couldn't help but notice the way her chest rose and fell with every breath, the way her eyelids fluttered as she dreamt away, and the way she looked when she slept. She was beautiful, oh no doubt about that. His heart ached with love and joy. How had he gotten so lucky? What had he done to deserve this girl? He ran his fingers through her soft hair. He didn't even care to know the answers to all his questions. All he cared about was the delicate angel sleeping peacefully in his arms."
There wasn't much inspiration behind this one. I just remember laying in bed, thinking about so many things, and this happened to be something that ran through my head so I quickly wrote it down.
You're Worth It
"You can't fix me," she whispered with tears spilling down her cheeks.
It was that moment when the realization hit, and the words stung. My heart crumpled up as I watched my entire world break apart. This isn't right, she doesn't deserve this. I wanted to pull her in and kiss away every scar on her delicate heart, to whisper sweet words in her ear as a way to comfort her, and myself.
She was too good for me, but I knew I could love her right. I needed that chance to show her how beautiful the world could be, to show her how truly stunning she was.
Without a moments hesitation, I stepped forward and brought her into my embrace. She slowly relaxed as I wiped the tears from her eyes.
"You're too beautiful to be so broken. Give me your pieces and I'll show you your worth."
I simply wrote this one because I've always wanted a guy to say this to me. I think my heart would melt like a popsicle on a hot summer day.
The Shattered Mirror
"I stare at myself in the mirror. From the outside, I look like a normal person. But my reflection, the inside image, I see a broken individual. In my reflection, my pain and scars are written across my body. As I run my fingers over them, I wonder to myself, 'Will anyone ever love me?' For who could love a broken reflection?
I've decided, broken things are meant to stay broken. But as I continue to stare at my scars and feel this overwhelming pain inside, I can't help but ask, 'Can I be fixed and bandaged up?'
I mask this pain with a small smile, a smile so fake, I wonder how anybody could possibly not notice. I'm hopeless, a soul that wasn't meant to be alive. I secretly wish to not exist anymore, for a broken reflection could never be fixed and happy again. I was trapped in this black hole, wanting so desperately to reach the surface again. I lay there on the cold ground, huddled into a ball, my broken pieces sprawled out around me, the darkness closing in on me.
But in the midst of this darkness... There was a light. I hadn't seen anything like it before. This light was so pure and dazzling, so intriguing, that I desired to get close to it. I picked up my broken pieces and ran towards that light as quickly as I could.
The light warmed me inside and out. It was as if it had cleansed my broken heart, in just a matter of seconds. Feelings of compassion, joy, and love filled my heart. My scars slowly began to fade, and my reflection was just as perfect as my outer image, maybe even greater.
I was suddenly crazy about the light, and I wanted nothing more then to spend forever walking in it."
I wrote this one for a guy as well. I wonder if he'll remember it. It's been awhile since he's read it but I hope he picks up on it. He completely inspired it.
Scared To Fall
"I just don't see the point anymore." I exhaled slowly.
His eyes met mine. Those piercing, beautiful eyes. "Why is that?"
I tried to find the right words. I wanted him to understand. "You just can't trust anyone."
"You can trust me," he said, taking a step closer.
"I don't wanna be hurt again," I said, looking away.
"Do you really believe I'd hurt you?" he asked, lifting my head up with his strong hand.
"I don't... I don't know," I said, my knees shaking. "I want to believe you wouldn't. But everyone has told me that, and in the end, they betray me."
"I'm not like that. I'm different. I care about you so much. The thought of hurting you makes me sick. I can't stand seeing you like this. You don't deserve it. I want to take all this pain away from you. I want to show you that there is good in this world. Let me show you." he said, taking my hand and gently squeezing it.
"I just don't know if I can open my heart up again." I said sadly, tears slowly falling.
"I can fix your heart. I can make you forget every ounce of pain you've ever felt. I'm never going to leave you. I'm not going to walk out like every other guy has. I see your worth. I'd be the luckiest guy in the world to call you mine," he said softly, wiping away my tears. "I think about you every minute of every day. My heart jumps at the thought of you. And right now, having you this close, I don't know if I can let you go."
I stared up at him in awe. For the first time in my life, I felt a stirring in my chest. A beautiful, pure feeling inside. Butterflies filled my belly, my face felt hot. Everything made sense. I knew it in my heart. It was him.
"Please don't." I said, wrapping my hands around his waist.
"Who said I was going to?" he whispered gently.
He bent down, and our lips met. My head was spinning. It felt so right. Everything around me faded away. He held me delicately, and I melted into his arms.
He pulled away, his smile turning wide. "I've always wanted to do that!"
I wrote this after my first heartbreak. It was a form of comfort for me during that difficult season in my life.
I Wrote This For You
I've had moments in my life when I've felt on top of the world, like I was invincible, unbreakable, completely true in every aspect. But being in his arms was a new feeling. A feeling I couldn't comprehend no matter how hard I tried to grasp it.
When trying to explain to others how I felt, they shook their heads and laughed.
"How could someone so young actually be in love?"
I spent many moons asking myself the same question. It rolled through my head like a long movie stuck on repeat. Countless hours of sleep was lost in this one little question. But finally I came to a conclusion:
Why not? Who are we to determine who is able to fall in love and who is not? We are all human beings, filled with galaxies of feelings and thoughts, created by Someone greater than this life. Love has always been there, love has never left or not existed. It's always been in our souls, just seeking to find that person destined to complete the missing piece.
So it was true, I was in love. The moment I looked into his deep, piercing eyes, and stared into eternity, I knew that what I had been searching for was right in front of me, and I was lost in the deep pit of his soul.
And once this realization hit me, I brought him closer, and I knew he felt it too, because he kissed me with a passion I had never experienced before.
This feeling I could never describe was slowly unfolding before me, in the sweetest way. It was as if his heart had enveloped mine, and as they came together, it whispered, "You are mine, beloved."
Once again... I wrote this for a guy. So yeah. I think I was a little too crazy for you!
Sorry if my writing sucks.. I'm trying to get better, I promise. But I hope you liked them... Or at least one of them! I'll have more blogs up soon!