GoddessSpiritwolf

The frosty air comforts me, freezing over my tears. Wintery wind caresses my skin, cooling down heated emotion. My body becomes calmer, the cold numbs away the agony. Trembling limbs shake off the negative vibes. Freeze a smile upon my stiff lips, Blame the cold for my red cheeks, Forget about the words that burned, I’m ready to re-enter the fire that is reality.

 No one understands me. No one seems to care as they all pass by me as if I’m not there. They’re ignoring me again. What hurts the most is David won’t even notice me. Oh my love, why can’t you ever see me? I’m always watching him from afar. I love how his eyes light up when he does experiments in science, and how his smile grows when the substance begins to bubble green. His wavy blonde hair that keeps hiding his eyes if he didn’t stop moving the strands out of the way, and how he dresses so neatly. A true gentleman that does what he can for those around him. How I wish you were mine. I remember the first

 “Spirit! Spirit, time for supper!” shouted a middle-aged, heavy set man from a small, 1-story house. “Coming!” I yelled running though the empty street towards the man. “Spirit, what have you gotten into this time?” the man asked sternly as he looked at my dirty face and my bruised, bloody knuckles. “It’s nothing, Buddy. Really.” I assured the worried man. “You’re bleeding.” Buddy said looking at my cut brow. “I’m ok. Buddy, you don’t have to worry.” I said, swatting his hand away from my brow. “Come to the kitchen.” he said with a sigh and