Not Meant To Be Today I got the text, The one that said you have another. To the universe, this event is just a speck. To me... well I felt smothered. I wouldn't say I'm mad. It's more like a little emotional swirl. I guess you could say I'm mostly sad. But I'm certain if you knew, you'd just think me an immature little girl. Right now I just feel drained, After a year and four months, I'm probably a little less sane. Waiting so long for your touch. I don't want you to think me selfish, So I won't let on, That I got too hopeful; how foolish. I won't show, exactly how I'm let down. I'll go out, I'll have fun, Be with my friends, And laugh at every pun. But I know when I go home, it won't be the end. I'll probably cry, I'll probably be awake most of the nights. Think about what could have been, and wonder "why?" All my feelings wound up tight. I hope she's pretty. I hope she's nice. I hope she shows you off to the entire city. And in hard times, always gives you the best advice. I hope the sight of her drives you wild. I hope her kisses are sweet, and her intentions true. I hope she makes you feel like a reborn child. I hope she's the girl who fit your glass shoe. My greatest wish for you is that you feel exactly as I felt around you. In real, true, deep love. I wish that you never feel blue, And that your relationship never gets smudged. I'm not just trying to be sappy, But I really don't have any more to say... All I want is for you to be happy. I don't know what I was expecting anyway.

Heart Monitor Beep. Beep. Beep. The lines go up, then fall back down. They trail along on level ground. Every time it rises, it must fall. Every time it flattens, the nurse they must call. The low that comes from the high, For death you would surely vie. Another drop of blood, another anesthetic, You can only lay there and wonder; "Why won't you let me die?" Lost the will to live, I have nothing more to give. But for you, my heart will always pine. Right up until it flatlines. Beepbeepbeepbeepbeeepbeeebebebeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

Keeping In Touch So apparently people are finding ways to stay in touch outside of Opuss? This fills me with a new bit of hope. I have an Instagram, if anyone would wish to follow. My username there is the same as it is here, EvanescentWings. I must admit, it was Opuss itself who inspired me to come up with that screen name. "Beautiful words" made me think, and well... It seemed fitting indeed. And honestly, the name made me feel special. Like I could write something halfway worthwhile. Like I could do and be something halfway worthwhile. Thank you all, so much, beyond what beautiful words can express, for helping this lost broken girl see she can have wings too. <3 I will forever keep a page in my notebook reminding me of the love and inspiration I found here, which hopefully won't let me give up writing again. This app... No, the people here, are what encouraged me to get back on my feet and create 'beautiful words' Thank you all for that, once again. <3

Is This The End? Oh dear.. Is it true, is Opuss really going "poof"? I'm going to sorely miss it... The concept, the content, the people.. Oh the brilliant people and their beautiful words. If this must end.. I want you all to know that you're amazing writers & people. Don't give up writing! I know I was rather shy in my time here, and didn't make an effort to show how much I loved pieces everytime I did... But regardless, I so very much enjoyed my time here... Wish there was a way to keep in touch with some of you :/ I wish you all the best.. And I love you guys. <3 ~Amber<3

Red Love The Red is like love. If you're filled with other things, it won't affect much. Consume by itself, and you'll end up drunk. She stands at the door, Hands and body shaking, pops the cork. Biting her lip, She knows she's not supposed to do this. The Red runs just as cold as her heart, Inviting as #life itself before she fell apart. The deep color reminds her of things all too familiar. The stain of dried blood; she's seen for sure. She slowly lets it run to her lips, Allowing her a small fix. It burns in her mouth, stings in her throat. She's been told not to do this before, But it numbs everything... Straight down to her core. Perhaps she drinks the lovers wine in longing, Perhaps it's to forget. Perhaps she doesn't want to care anymore. Or maybe she wants to drown regret. She isn't doing what she should, But God, it feels so good... She can't keep living this way, But change? She's too scared to try. So for now, she'll sit in her room, And drink her bottle dry.