I did not keep my life that night, 

Hiding away from prying eye, 

Though I did try with all my might. 

 Even though I was cowering in fright, 

 It was not out of grief that I did cry. 

 I did not keep my life that night. 

 I felt like I was a string-less kite, 

 Despite not getting quite as high; 

 Though I did try with all my might. 

 I ascended into the mightiest of light. 

 I felt free as I soared through the sky. 

 I did not keep my life that night. 

 My physical form suffered quite a plight. 

 My inhales shook with my end nigh, 

 Though I did try with all my might. 

 On my exhale, I relented, I stopped my fight. 

 My heart stopped beating, my blood ran dry. 

 I did not keep my life that night, 

 Though I did try with all my might.  

i cannot believe that it is true. 

yet again, i am leaving again. 

isolation, self-deprecation. 

why is it so hard to let go of the idea

that i deserve to be alone? 

why do i prefer the solitude of my room

over the love and comfort of another's arms?

it is hard to love another's heart

when all i want so badly in life

is for my own heart to stop beating. 

I never conceived how important you would become to me. It seemed stupid, seeing we spent time together in the womb; how could I not love my twin sister? How could she not become my best friend, my closest confidant in life? It took for great loss, for heartbreak and sorrow and grief, for us to truly become pulled together. 

My sister, my best friend, do you know how it hurts when you say you don't like yourself? that you abhor the legs that hold you up, that walk you to class? That you don't like the stomach that will one day hold my niece or nephew? That you don't like the eyes that stare into mine and the face that smiles when we're together?

My darling sister, you are the light of my life; you bring importance back to it. I want to shower you in love and affection, the same types that you show me. Going to different colleges in different states is difficult, but it just makes my heart swell more and more every time I get to see you. Not a day goes by that I am not proud of you. 

Never forget me. Never forget my heart and our friendship. No matter what happens down the road, I believe in you, in your strength, and your intelligence. 

What is your favorite perfume? Mine is Daisy by Marc Jacobs. 

Imagine walking down the street and you smell that perfume; it dances into your senses. You will want to follow the scent, talk to the wearer. You will want to know why they chose it, what it makes them think of; it'll become a need, a need to understand, to know. Follow it, chase it, hold it tight.