I hope for a stable state of mind.
I hope for an eternal love.
I hope for people to understand and empathize with others.
I hope for the ones I love to succeed.
I hope for high schoolers to be more mature.
I hope for my family's security.
I hope for balance.
I hope for the little things to outweigh the grand.
I hope for everyone to appreciate the beauty of the world that surrounds them.
But most of all, I hope for people to have hope. To be optimistic. To want to live to see another day.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
**** this stupid game.
It's always the same.
We don't talk for a month or so, come back, and it's like you never left,
like you never changed.
You think I don't notice but I do.
I think about you every single day, religiously.
And I'm left wondering why it is you called in the first place.
Because you could just forget about me, leave me to live my own life
You could just let me forget about you, eventually I could, if I tried.
Instead you let me believe I've moved on from you and then suddenly
You.
You call.
Again.
I hear your voice.
It's like a signal
A signal to my heartstrings
Wait! don't let him go! they scream at me.
Please, he needs you! they plead with me.
I listen, because how can I ignore a cry for help?
I fall right back to where I was
I land on my face.
Who cares? Not you, not me.
****
I love you, but you don't love me.
You should have just left me alone because now I'm back and this whole thing is just
****
Here we go again.
This emotional coaster you've put me on
were you planning on letting me off?
Ever?
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
One Day, That Day, Someday....
Just in the glance of one pupil she grasps the attention of millions.
They just don't know it yet, neither does she....
Even though the mending of her heart is far from done, but I am far from abandoning her in her time of need.
Hopefully somehow or someway I would meet her face to face and see that loving smile and gorgeous face... Maybe, somehow or someday.
I couldn't bare the thought of her sheding a tear. Her love is in the right place, but somewhat her heart needs more space.
Without that space, she loathes herself everyday for the snake to carry on out of her way. For her to move on and see better days.
In retrospect, the quest to her heart is probably far from long. Although its better to have some love then not.
Images, flashes, and lights all the same; what I imagine is her all day.
Consideration is key, cause she is so meek; do not push so much or she'll push back and be stuck once again so horribly bleak...
The most shred of happiness I have is with see, I wish I could come to you for you to see; I'm not like all those other tools.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC