17 and still writing cheesy love poems and meaningful stories. 

I would imagine 
losing your soulmate 
would be like losing your own heart to the sea
except your own heart 
still pumps in your 
chest. 

You would imagine that 
I would touch my chest 
look down at my hands
and see blue blood 
with no physical bullet 
to show of it 
I would imagine you would ask why I have
crystal blood on my hands ?
I would say something about 
how all the love I had 
given to my 
pen and paper 
had been stolen from me. 

17 still writing cheesy love poems hoping my crush would see. 17 and still writing in my personal journal .