A collection of poems by a person whom is trying to collect her pieces up off the ground.

Things don't go quite as planned, when Emma is forced to attend Coldwater Private School for the Gifted and Talented, instead of her hometown high school. At first it seems like your average private school for snobby rich kids, but she quickly realizes there is much more going on behind the scenes. As Emma becomes involved in the school she is thrown into a cold case, that doesn't seem to be so cold anymore. As her relationship grows with new best friend Carter, so does a taboo relationship with the new student-teacher Silas Heath. Danger is on the horizon and Emma must learn to trust Silas with her life and Carter with her secrets. It's up to Emma to save the lives of possibly thousands...but how can she, when everything is so...Deathly Private?

I know absolutely everything about you. Everything. I know when you were four you caught your hair on fire. You hate broccoli. Cats look like small cows to you. You hate the smell of bleach. Your favorite color is Blue because it reminds you of the ocean. You hate when I don’t shave. To you every man should be able to tie a tie. You always though slouching is for losers. You like to sleep with your head on my chest. Sometimes you snore but you hate it. I love it. The only thing I never could figure out , was why you loved a geeky, obnoxious, awkward guy like me. But I did know, that I fell in love with a red headed, beautiful, sarcastic girl, that had cancer.

Someone walks into the room but I cannot see its face. It looks like a man and by the look of his posture, he seems very important. "Why were you in my territory?" His voice is strangely calm however I think its the calm before the storm. "I didn't know it was your territory! For gods sake how many times do I have to tell you people? Just let me go and I promise I won't say anything to anyone. Not like I have anyone to tell." The last part I said in a whisper. He didn't need to know the situation I was in. I hear the cock of a gun making me raise my head. The all too familiar sound ringing in my ears. "I don't believe you bitch, so you better tell me the truth or your brains are gonna end up on the wall." Ah there's the storm. "A gun doesn't scare me arsehole, I've had way worse things than that!" He steps forward into the light so I can see his features. He is extremely good looking but right now is not the right time to admire his beauty. I stare straight into his pitch black eyes, daring him to try harder than this. He smirks and leans forward searching my eyes. Before I can even register what's happening, he punches me in the face. *** Mature Content

In the era where swords rule, where women consider their modesty their greatest virtue. Where a man would kill to find his wife warming another mans bed, a time when women would consider it the greatest of adultery or fornication to warm a bed other than her husbands. A time when an honorable man guards his gaze, for his gaze is solely for his wife alone, as well as his heart. He's feared, ruthless, cold, heartless, manipulative, cunning, a rake. Or so they assume... She's beautiful yet silent, not by a defect, she simply dislikes to mingle with gossip.Yet she has emotional scars that no one sees behind her smile, but a few. Cover by @forcade