You once told me I didn't know what I wanted.
Then he told me the same
Then another.
Then I told it to myself.
You told me I kept using people for comfort.
Then he told me I didn't want to be alone.
Then another.
Then I told myself I was scared.
I've always been afraid I'd end up one
with no one to hold me.
Is that selfish?
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
I feel like a monster..
I am no longer me.
My nail color has turned to black.
I can't remember the last time I was truly happy.
Can you smile with a mind filled with sorrow?
Disoriented, but still say you're ok?
Can you be drained, yet determined and mellow?
How about apprehensive, embarrassed, yet adequate?
I just want to know what you did to me.
This curse you have bestowed.
I just want to know what you think of me.
..Tell me before I hit my all tim
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l
o
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Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 4:35 AM UTC
that
moment
when
you
meet
someone
and
everything
just
makes
sense.
everything
just
clicks.
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 2:40 AM UTC
High school love is the most confusing love of all.
Are we really in love or is it something that doesn't even make the call?
We whisper i love you's
i need
and
i want
but we're so young.
how do we know the other person is the one?
Are hugs and kisses considered love?
How about all the laughs that are shared?
All the memories that are remembered together?
All the bonding and thinking someone cares?
We meet someone new,
And it's over just like that.
Someone's heart gets dead and broken
like a car running over a fat cat.
~
After the sorry's were said
the "thank you for everything" speech was done.
titled: My First Love,
but how could i be so sure?
he doesn't deserve it with all the crying
the confusion
the struggle
the emotions i still can't ignore.
~
High school love is the most confusing love of all
We're still to young to understand,
Love bounces around like a ball.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 2:48 PM UTC
listen to everyone.
dont give up. stay strong.
when they need someone,
'Cause they feel lonely.
let them know there won't be any of the attention they received before.
'Cause now.
You don't care
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 5:45 PM UTC
I just,
really,
kinda,
sorta,
feel like,
I have this urge to-
ugh, i don't know-
kinda weird,
but all I want
to do to you,
like,
at this very moment
is
well ..
hold your hand.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 5:27 AM UTC
It is not just that you are the first person I have ever truly loved.
Nor is it the fact that between everyone else I put you above.
I'm certain it was not that adorable laugh of yours,
And it is not that smile, that I no longer see anymore.
Could it be the way you walked?
The way you sat?
The way you wrote?
The way you held on to me with our young love in the air?
No, it cannot be, there is much more.
For it was not just my life you entered upon,
But my mind.
It was not my ear you whispered sweet bliss to,
But my heart.
It was not my lips you kissed,
But my soul.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 5:17 AM UTC
That one situation
That one person
That one feeling
Moving on *****
Especially when you feel super glued.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
There are so many colors in a crayon box.
Everyone has their favorite.
Mine just happens to be you.
You're the pink to my hearts that overfill the page with your name written inside.
You're the blue to the tear on my stick figures that I draw every time we say goodbye.
You're the red to the fire I doodle when ever I remember our last kiss.
You're the yellow I shade in the smiley faces as you make me grin.
Your're the green to the color of nature, that has a beauty so very close to yours.
You're the orange that shows our warm hugs like the suns light reflects the sea shores.
You're the purple when we're apart, there's loyalty there that I trust with all my heart.
You're the black to my night sky, surrounded by the twinkling stars of our outrageous memories.
You're the white to heaven's clouds, and its not as far as it seems, i'm there whenever you're with me
But most of all,
You are my personal color.
A color no one could use or borrow
I'll use you yesterday, today, and tomorrow
And never get old.
In a sixty-four pack box,
You are my crayon.
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC