I think she's caught between who she is and who she wants to be.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
He wants to say I love you
But keeps it to goodnight
Because it will mean some falling
And she's afraid of heights
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
Today is the day when waking up single gets to you more,
You acknowledge the fact that you have no one to buy you gifts,
No one who lies next to you at night listening to your ********
The day you realize your single. And that's okay.
Rather not call it Valentine's Day.
But call it Single Awareness Day.
The one day where the fact that your single is okay.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
Back then you were the only thing that made me happy,
We hung out,
Snuck around,
It was some sorta sixties love kinda thing,
Then one day. **** It was gone.
It ceased to ever exist again.
I still miss you.
But you're happy with someone else now.
I have a new guy in my life.
Just know I will always see you.
In Him.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
Roses are red,
Violets aren't blue,
Violets are violet,
Not ******* Blue.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
You were in my dreams again last night, your lips were sweet and your eyes were bright.
You looked at me, my eyes were sad, you were whispering that life without me had driven you mad.
Our lips were touching, but it was barely a kiss. My voice was trembling, spilling all the things about you I’d missed.
Your touch was warm, your hold was strong, the smell of your skin reminded me of what’s been gone for so long.
You could see the pain you left inside of me, but last night, in my dream, you retaught me how to breathe.
We danced for hours, our laughter growing loud, and when you pulled me back in, you twirled me around.
We created a world, only we could see. Full of memories, and forgiveness, and “let’s start again”s.
Your words were spinning illusions in my head, letting me believe things that were never said.
Like the countless times those words “I love you” stuck on my tongue.
But it was all just a dream
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC
I want you to know that I wasn’t in love with you, hell I didn’t even really like you. And I say this because when you truly like someone it’s because you know their favourite song and their favourite food and you know what they think about at 3am when they can’t sleep.
When you truly like someone your conversations go past “how was your weekend?” When you truly like someone, you like them because you know them. But I didn’t know you and after all this time I finally realized that I wasn’t in love with you. I was in love with the idea of being in love with you. I was in love with the idea of being yours. Why? I don’t know? Maybe it’s because you payed attention to me.
Maybe it’s because you complimented me and called me babe. Maybe it’s because you scared the living hell out of me and maybe it’s because when I was in your arms I felt safe. I don’t know why I was so obsessed with loving you.
But I do know that even though I didn’t love you, it still feels like you ripped out my heart when you told me you didn’t love me.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
Why the **** must I say sorry when I am the one who fell on the ground?
I had to pick my *** up from the ground,
I had to teach myself to become stronger.
I had to learn to be happy all on my own,
If I can do it. The rest of you ******* can do it too.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
We fall for people, who aren't there to catch us.
They make you jump off a cliff for them,
Promising to be there when you drop.
Eventually they forget their promises,
Give up not their commitments.
Instead they let you fall and leave you there,
With nothing but a bleeding soul and an aching heart.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC