Dont Blame it On Me

I did not steal from you,
So do not hate me,
It is not my fault,
That I am a better person that you would ever be.

Volumes of My Love - Part 2

I threw away the volumes of my love,

I threw away 7 years of feelings and love. 

I took the book down from my heart,

Ripped its pages apart, 

Scribbled on the word love,

Stomped on it,

Poured blood all over it,

Burned it down to ashes,

Then I threw the ashes on my veins. 

The ashes of this volume spread through my veins,

They act as fuel and a warning to my heart,

It warns my heart to never love so long again. 

I cannot believe that I have written about you for so long,

That now, when all hope has been lost, 

I feel like I will never write again. 

I tried not to show you the volumes of my love,

For I feared having to burn it down in entirety,

But I did,

So now, I burn. 

But even before they burned,

The words in the volumes began to fade away slowly. 

 

The words faded because I let them fade,

Because I began to open my eyes and see,

See you for who you really are. 

Dragons flew around me,

They opened my eyes for me,

Elves and wood-elves whispered in my ears,

They taught me naught from right,

I believe myself to be whole again. 

My mind was suddenly my own and not clouded by thoughts of you. 

Hence I saw clearly. 

I looked past the forest of doubt and fear,

I fueled myself with courage,

And wrote down once again and for the last time,

In the volume of my love.

So I took it down from my heart,

Showed it to you,

Waited and waited. 

You read through the volumes, 

Slowly and attentively,

Letting it sink into your head,

Then you looked into my eyes,

Spoke the words I was waiting to hear.

I heard what I expected to hear, 

Took my volumes from you,

So I could recuperate from the hurt,

Fortunately, once I had shown it to you,

The words faded away quickly and without pain. 

I placed the book back,

Then walked forward into the nothingness of life,

There I would sit and wait,

Wait for someone new to write new volumes about. 

But for now, with this volume done,

This is one chapter closed for me. 

So wait I will,

To write a new chapter,

Now,

I can finish writing, 

An Evaluation of Me 

So the rest of the world can see me,

And write Volumes of Me. 

Ignorance

Ignorance is never bliss,
Ignorance will forever be stupid.

Ignorance is flawed,
Ignorance never sets you free.

Ignorance can break or make you,
Ignorance can also kill,

Having ignorance,
And being ignorant,
They are two entirely different things.

Having ignorance is being smart,
Choosing to be ignorant is being an ass.

In some ways ignorance in good,
But in high doses ignorance can bring about negativity.

It is never good to be ignorant all the time,
However, ignorance is healthy at the same time.

Ignorance is such a fickle thing,
Its good and bad,
Its sad and happy,
Its a failure and a success.

So use ignorance well,
Or get consumed by it,
And eventually lose the world around you.