Sometimes I feel like I have something missing, like a limb or a part of my heart - as dumb as this sounds. Someone to balance me out. Not quite a soulmate, just ... another piece of my puzzle. To make me feel complete. I look at you and sometimes, I think, maybe you could be that piece. You make me forget about the bad things and that life ***** really bad sometimes. You help me get out of that dark place in my head that I love to climb into when **** goes wrong. I'm not sure I love you but you're very important to me and I don't know what I'll do when we inevitably stop speaking. A year, maybe, that we still have. Those future plans, I'm not sure they'll happen but I hold on to the dumb hope that they will. I'm not in love with you but you somehow have a small piece of my heart and sometimes you make me feel terrible and other times I want to give you all the other pieces.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
I miss being a child
Ignorance is bliss
I've never heard anything truer.
The moment a child is told not to take candy from a stranger or to insert its fingers in the outlet, it is starting to face the horrors of the world. Rapists, murderers, terrorists and thieves; people the child is going to hopefully always evade and not face. And then said child turns into a adolescent. Makeup, tampons, BO and acne. You find out boys are pigs and girls are easy if you know your way with words. You feed off of everything you read and see - the media, parents, teachers, peers and strangers. From then on you have two choices: grow and fend for yourself or keep being a sheep and depending on people to make you feel like somebody. You can educate yourself about sexism, homophobia and islamophobia or call every Muslim "terrorist", say the n words and call people f*gs or ******* Speak up for yourself. Be independent, be your own person. Don't be afraid to look stupid. Research, listen, know your facts. Take very opportunity to travel. Expand your mind. And your heart. Speaking of, do not search for love, it will come. Do not forget to love yourself before loving anyone else. Wrap yourself is self-respect like a thick blanket in the middle of winter. Blow up your self-esteem. But stay humble. Do not brag in the faces of those who have less than you and do not envy those who have more than you. Strive to be as good. So yes, ignorance is bliss but is it really worth missing out on the knowledge?
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
I am bothered by the dumbest things and for that I am very sorry but you need to understand that I am so very easy to replace and that scares me
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
I'd drop everything for you would **** for you steal for you fly to the moon for you but every single time I reach for you
my fingers grasp thin air
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
I am more interested in your demons at 2am,
Than I am of the person you pretend to be at 2pm.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
I understand I made a mistake
(Why don't you care about me? )
But can't you see I'm trying ?
(I just want to please everyone, especially you)
You're letting me go so easily
(You haven't talked to me in 27 days)
Clearly my absence doesn't bother you
(but who's counting)
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
You think you're special then you realize
he talks to one
two
four
or eleven
other girls
the same way
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
God this is going be so bad but I can't even bring myself to care because nothing is going right. That feeling when everything is drifting away and you're left to stay afloat in the middle of the ocean (does this sound cliche) ? How many typical poetic sentences and metaphors do I have to use before someone understands how I feel ? To describe how it is to feel lonely like a star in the sky - so alike the others and so close, yet so different and so alone. To be dependent of yourself and only yourself, because you are a panther in the jungle and you can trust no one or else they make too much noise. Like a panther, you are walking carefully on the tree trunks that have fallen under the wrath of Mother Nature, but the others, the elephants, they are stomping recklessly, diving headfirst in situations they cannot get themselves out of. You are a lone panther, drifting slowly and swiftly and barely alive through the jungle, like you are in life. But comparing myself to a panther, is that accurate ? They are brave and mysterious and dark : I am vulnerable, fearful and transparent. I am nothing I am in between and I am everything
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
I do not like this phase of a heart break.
When you purposely avoid love songs,
Or sometimes you play them just to make yourself feel like your hearts still pounding.
When the person you loved and hid from every waking soul is brought into a conversation.
Or when he isn't.
When you see other lovers who have made it years without the cruel hand of fate ripping their love from them.
Or when you see they haven't.
When you notice him writing you smaller, casual messages when they use to be breathtaking and beautiful.
Or when he doesn't write at all.
When I ask you if I am pushing you away and you say no.
*"Alright, happy birthday! Text me later tonight?"
"Will do"*
When every hidden goodbye ends with those two words. And my broken, belittled heart.
(i. r.)
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC