hadassah-adorno
American
There's nothing special about me. I like to curl up to movies under blankets and laugh about them with my mother, I like the scent of rain, and the sounds of pages flipping as I read a book and nothing else. I am not a happy girl. But I don't think any teenager is, at a lot of times. But I try.
My mom always told me
Listen to the voice
That screams
Reason
And not the one
That whispers sweet
Nothings .
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 4:52 PM UTC
Two years old.
And she has a gap-toothed grin.
And bright eyes that could light up the world.
A giggle that could warm anyone's heart.
Seven years.
And she has fits.
She doesn't get along with the other children.
She says they don't like her and pick on her.
But really, she pushes them away.
They wouldn't understand...
Eleven years.
She keeps to herself now.
She can't trust anyone.
They wouldn't understand.
She belonged alone.
Thirteen.
Her first kiss.
Her first boyfriend.
Her first breakup.
Her spiral begun downwards.
Sixteen.
She has loved.
Loved with all of her heart.
And she has been broken.
Perhaps beyond repair.
But she knows that she is broken.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow that girl turns Seventeen.
And that girl is scared.
Scared to death of what the next years would bring.
Seventeen.
Growing up is not what it's cracked up to be.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 5:23 PM UTC
I am nothing but a whisper
The soft pitter pattering of rain
I am the thing you don't think twice about
Or at all
I am just there
A soft wind that blows your hair back
I am always there
Watching
But you don't see me
And I watch as autumn makes you smile
And as you take her hand in yours
And brush your lips across hers
And I am always there
Watching
But you don't see me
And I wish I didn't see you
But I'm glad you're happy
That soft breeze that blew in through the window
This morning?
That was me
Wishing you a good morning
And a good life as I let go.
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 6:07 PM UTC