We were like two books Written to have the same ending We were like two stars Meant to collide into each other We were like two puzzles Built to fix together We were like two rivers Flowing towards the same ocean We were like two worlds Meeting at the same horizon We were like two birds Migrating towards the same warmth We were like two candles Burning to light one another We were like two trees Dreading the same autumn

''Instead of blades, I use pens, but it is still my blood covering the pages.'' Comment or like if I have helped or inspired you. Also if you are having trouble or you are feeling down, Feel free to talk to me. I might not be able to take the pain away, But maybe I can help to ease it as much as I can. You are all loved. All writing belongs to me, unless stated otherwise. This is my blood so please don't take it and pretend it is yours. Because you are not the one who bled on these pages. Please respect that. {c.d.} #wattys2016

poems I wish that I wrote.