im trying so hard to
remember what
it
feels like
to still be in love
im trying so hard to
remember the
times
when you
smiled and laughed
and im trying much too hard
to forget the times you
cried and i did not
comfort you
or care to comfort you
or the times when you said
"i love you"
and i replied with an
indifferent
"i know"
but most of all
im trying oh so hard to
fall back in love with you
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
i dont believe in love at first sight
well, atleast im trying not to
but right now
i think i've discovered something new
i think this is like at first sight
i want to know way too much about you
i want to hear you talk
see your art
taste the air you breathe
i think i've fallen hopelessly in like.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC
this isnt about love i swear it isnt
i swear im not thinking of red hearts
and pink kisses
because this is not about me,
or you,
or us.
this is about the girl i saw yesterday
she was quite pretty
you wouldve liked her
but then again you liked every girl but me
she was wearing your favorite color
dark green
and she had blonde hair
and those pretty blue eyes
you can't stop rambling about
and she had a smile that no one
deserved to see
and a laugh
that no one deserved to hear
she was miss perfect
the girl no one deserved but you
you deserve her
you deserve more
you deserve a miss perfect
a girl with pretty eyes you can write about
and pretty smiles you can take pictures of
you deserve her
and i deserve to be left alone
for quite a period of time
while i dye my hair
get colored contacts
whiten my teeth
and practice fake smiling all over again.
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 5:55 PM UTC
i
im sorry you're reading this
i really am
ii
so this is where the story begins
right?
on new year's eve
with the girl you thought no one wanted
[five...]
exchanging nervous glances
[four...]
stumbling across the room
[three...]
slurred introductions
[two...]
hopeful smiles
[one!]
a drunken kiss she'll never remember
[happy new years!]
iii
so this is where the pity kicks in
right?
on Valentine's day
alone, drinking before 5
[roses are red...]
drunken epiphanies
[violets are blue...]
2 stages of realizing you're alone
[you never wrote me back...]
hole in the wall, hurt hand
[i still love you...]
soaked pillow, dreams that make it hurt when you wake up.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
one day you will loose me
to things you can't and won't
be able to understand
you'll lose me to the ocean
the moon
the constellations
to the boy next door.
and you'll tell your self
to never forget me
but in case you ever noticed
i'm a rather forgettable person
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 12:25 PM UTC
she used to have a lot of them
a bag packed and ready
money stored
and the lock broken on her window
but that was then
all she has is a little china box now
that can barely fit anything bigger than crumbs
and you didnt notice it at first
you saw it the second time you came over though
you called it pretty
and she laughed because you didnt know
and then you found out
you opened it
and you left
because you didnt need an explanation
and you didnt need a wreck like her
so now
she has them
the 7 tiny pills
in the little china box
you didnt let her explain
not that she needs to
but she wants to
she wants to let you know that she's better now
better because she met someone
better because she loves someone
and better because she has her escape route.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 12:23 PM UTC
and I'm trying so hard
here at too-early am
to remember your lips
and the curve of each defined cheek bone
I'm trying to remember
why i ever lost those green eyes
and that smirk
and I'm trying to be logical
ad I'm trying to stay together
but frankly
I'm also trying so hard to forget you as well.
just know that id be more than glad
to become dust and bones with you
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 12:20 PM UTC
i could taste it on your
lips as you promised me that
i was the only one
i could feel it on your
skin
the thick film of dirt she left behind
i could smell her perfume on your
wrinkled shirt with the red lipstick stain
on your collar
but what I could not tell was why
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 12:07 PM UTC
When you learn how to drive,
take me somewhere,
somewhere far from over the rainbow
where there's only two clouds in the sky
and where the grass isn't greener on the other side.
Take me where the trees are slanted,
almost blown away,
where the road splits in two
so you can go left
and i can go right
and when we reach the mountain
(the one that's not quite golden)
we will climb to the top and
jump back into that old blue car
you call a
"man's truck"
and you'll drive me back home
away from the two clouds
and the not fully deceased trees
and the forked dirt road
but to the city with the fake, straight trees
and the grey clouds
and the silver skyscrapers
you, in your "man's truck"
and me, in my "home"
both of us ignoring the fact that
your car is really just a blue piece of crap
and that my home is really just a golden mountain far from any rainbows.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 8:56 PM UTC
there are four doors in this house
last time i checked;
one for me
one for your chef aspirations
one for your security
and one for your privacy
there are five windows
last time i checked
one for me
one for rainy days
one for sunny days
one for fresh air
and one for you to sneak out of
there are three keys to this house
last time i checked, of course
one for me
one for you
and one for the girl next door
there are three words you've never said
if i can remember correctly
one for you
one for emotion
one for me
there are four doors in my house
i just checked
one is for me
one is for the kitchen
one is the front door
and one is locked.
you always liked your privacy.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC