if my love was a stormif my love was a storm would you chase me down? meet my eye until I am found?if my love was a storm
if my love was a fire would you be the spark? fuel the burning to keep the night never dark?
if my love was a sparrow would you hear her song? staying to listen even when she is gone?
if my love was green grass
would you be a flower? to keep in your roots and hold all your power?
if my love was the rain would you be the earth? soaking me in for all that I’m worth?
if my love was like glass
all shattered and broken would you
Note to Self .the longer you wait, the longer the pain will linger it’s only going to get worse like the festering sore on your wrist stop pretending like the problem you created is going to go away if you squeeze your eyes the tightest they have ever been shut maybe you think the things you can’t see will disappear stand up and swallow your fear look him in the eyesNote to Self .
and...
tell him how you really feel
undecisiveundecisive
I am starting to realize it is me that never tried
how can I expect anything to change when all I do is wait?
what am I waiting for? am I waiting for you?
to save me…
maybe I don’t want to believe that I have already made all these decisions in my mind that I don’t try because I know it will never work
and I pretend it’s all your fault
when really it is all mine
I still don’t know what I am waiting for.
I am just sorry it is not you.
empty boxI don’t understand how you can miss something you’ve never had where it hurts to breathe when I think about you when I think about all the things that have happened when I think about all the could of’s and should havesempty box
maybe it’s the dream I miss it gets fainter every time I think about it because there was never anything about us
only just dreams and hopes.
that’s how you miss something you’ve never had never held in your hands
or seen for the first time you miss the possibilities and wishes that were fresh from the start bu
bipolar hearts.we use to watch Fight Club together, because she said that it made her feel a little less alone, and i could never reply so i held her in my lap.bipolar hearts.
and she told me she was kalea's dizzy mind.
and in real life, you would think nothing of anything really, because she watches the birds fly just like you do. the morning rises on the same side of her window, and she can watch the clock tick away hours, just like you.
and she told me she was kalea's spinal cord.
...27... She wore barbed wire necklaces so that every time she laughed, it hurt....27...
Little Freckles Frankie was the first to make her laugh so hard she bled. He was ten, she was eleven. I don’t think he has found anything funny since. It was too bad really, baby blue eyes tend to twinkle when they laugh.
crashing.'think of yourself as a breath of air,' he tells me. 'compared to the overall atmosphere, you are tiny. insignificant.'crashing.
'but someone out there is breathing you in,' he continues. 'they're living off of you. you are the oxygen in their lungs, running through their veins and keeping them alive.'
i think that i'd be the polluted kind of air. the kind nobody wants. the kind that ends up killing people.
but i keep these thoughts inside.
.
'if i fell, would you catch me?' i ask, your fingers cold in mine.
'the crash is never as bad as they make it sound,' he says cryptica
a heart breaks two ways
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Whats up?
But wishing stars,
and little men from mars.
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Sometimes, I'd wonder if they'd sew you a new heart. But your philosophy had been like one of an alcoholic. They don't give those new ones, because they'll go into decay all over again.
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