it seems that every day that goes by, my past false perceptions and thoughts of what love is and everything that it could ever be, are blurred out, deformed and destroyed completely. With you, they are built up again, fresh and new.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC
my thoughts are scrambled around my mind like a pile of a million puzzle pieces. each one belonging to a separate puzzle, yet I am still sitting hunched over them, with clammy and shaky hands, trying desperately to fit them together.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 2:39 AM UTC
sitting in the passenger seat of your car at 2 am felt more like home than any other place ever did.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
Note to self :
Nobody likes you and
Nobody cares.
They're just satisfying their curiosity,
By saying they do.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC
I've wasted much time on people who played games. People who don't tell you where you stand. People who don't know the meaning of "I love you"
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
everyone has "those days".
nobody specifies exactly what they mean when they say it, but everyone always seems to know.
it is April third, there is nothing important to me about this particular day, except for the fact that it has been a bad one.
i feel as if everyone and everything i have ever held onto is slipping away, and as much as i try to tell myself to not loosen my grip, my fingers keep coming undone.
i am aware of all these things going on around me but i cant wrap my mind around any of it, i cant make myself care.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
I remember the day you left us like it happened yesterday.
You told me you couldn't be with us anymore. That you had to leave, that you weren't happy anymore. As you left you promised me that you would see me in a few weeks. A few weeks turned into 4 years, and you are still trying to make up for that time that was lost.
You used to be a good dad. You used to take me out on adventures every Saturday morning. I remember sitting in your old truck listening to Pink Floyd on our way to Yosemite, always remembering to stop by that little cafe to buy me blueberry pancakes.
You were the first man to break my heart, stand me up, and leave me. You used to not lash out at us in anger.
You used to have gentle hands but now they are balled up fists sewn tight with anger, and just like your words, they hurt. You aren't a father anymore, just a stranger who sleeps on our couch in the living room after stumbling in drunk at 3 AM.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
I can choke myself to please you and I can sink much lower than usual, but there's nothing I can do to make you mine.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
A girl in a coma, but in reverse, the world stays still, and she moves like a sun rays. She has been holding blooming flowers for far too long and her hands have transformed into ****** messes, nothing is pure anymore.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC