oh, how unoriginal to be thinking thoughts,
that everyone else in this god forsaken place are thinking.
To wear the same shirt as 9 other people in this room.
To say the same words, and text the same emojis.
How unoriginal to live a life, that's not your own.
telling me how to live my life.
Hairstyles,
sneakers.
Latest fashion trends.
It must be sad to live such a boring life.
so
very sad
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Storm
I want to explore the deepest darkest parts of your mind
and reassure you everything will be just fine.
Your ocean of tears, and quivering hands.
I'll hold you tighter, and hum away your fears.
Let the storm inside, blow away,
and ill help you, move on from
yesterday.
and reassure you everything will be just fine.
Your ocean of tears, and quivering hands.
I'll hold you tighter, and hum away your fears.
Let the storm inside, blow away,
and ill help you, move on from
yesterday.
Sunday, April 12, 2015
Him Pt.2
He kissed my quivering lips,
and all my anxiety melted away.
Goose bumps appeared all over my body,
he smiled, and slowly, inch by inch,
kissed parts of my body.
It was hard not to smile, and see how
gently he was, how careful.
Like I was glass, and he a hammer.
His strong arms pulled me closer,
his lips intertwined with mine.
I heard the rain pattering on the car roof,
and saw a sparkle in his eyes.
I knew in this moment, that I was happy.
And he was mine.
and all my anxiety melted away.
Goose bumps appeared all over my body,
he smiled, and slowly, inch by inch,
kissed parts of my body.
It was hard not to smile, and see how
gently he was, how careful.
Like I was glass, and he a hammer.
His strong arms pulled me closer,
his lips intertwined with mine.
I heard the rain pattering on the car roof,
and saw a sparkle in his eyes.
I knew in this moment, that I was happy.
And he was mine.
Monday, March 23, 2015
Him
I remember that,
looking at him hurt.
My heart, my soul, my eyes.
It Stung.
The way his tired eyes looked at his book,
his dimples slightly peaking through with the concentration on his face.
It pained me to stare at him,
but it was impossible to look away...
looking at him hurt.
My heart, my soul, my eyes.
It Stung.
The way his tired eyes looked at his book,
his dimples slightly peaking through with the concentration on his face.
It pained me to stare at him,
but it was impossible to look away...
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Broken little pieces
The people she surrounded herself with were broken.
Their lives were messes that she tried to fix.
Their brains deteriorating from all the drugs they took, to stay numb.
They were broken people, shattered into pieces on the floor.
She cut herself trying to pick up the pieces.
and that's when she realized,
she found comfort in the blood,
because it was familiar..
and maybe she was broken too.
Their lives were messes that she tried to fix.
Their brains deteriorating from all the drugs they took, to stay numb.
They were broken people, shattered into pieces on the floor.
She cut herself trying to pick up the pieces.
and that's when she realized,
she found comfort in the blood,
because it was familiar..
and maybe she was broken too.
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Messy
Life is made up of messes, small, unholy, and
unforgivable messes.
But it is rare, and very beautiful.
Life is one big beautiful mess.
Good bye love
I know I miss you,
but I don't know why.
You treated me like shit,
but you understood me.
When you kissed me, I forgot everything.
You believed in me,
then you'd tare me down.
This can't be love.
Please forget me now.
but I don't know why.
You treated me like shit,
but you understood me.
When you kissed me, I forgot everything.
You believed in me,
then you'd tare me down.
This can't be love.
Please forget me now.
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