Have you ever looked back on your life,
And thought
'I'm really proud of this,"
Or maybe
"I wish I wouldn't have done that..."
Because that's what I feel
Every second.
With every sideways glance,
I think I did something stupid,
Or something to mock,
Or something to put down.
I wish I could feel like a
Plastic bag,
Then maybe,
I just might feel
As if this life I lived
Was worth more than
The scars that lace my legs.
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
When I was young,
I loved going out shopping.
It made me feel like the world
Was taking me in as one of their own.
And for some odd reason,
It made me really happy.
It was almost as if
I was on the Island of Misfit Toys,
And as soon as I disappeared
Into this sea of mindless strangers,
I finally felt accepted.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
How do you fall in love in the first place?
How do you ignore their smile?
How do you stop feelings from flooding in,
If only for a while?
How do you miss them like your mother?
How do you kiss them like your first?
How do you hate them like a brother,
But love them at their worst?
How do you hold their hand?
How do you stop your palms from slipping?
How do you look cool and collected,
When inside your heart is tripping?
How do you say you want to be with them?
How do you make it feel normal?
How do you say "I REALLY LIKE YOU,"
Without it feeling informal?
How do you kiss them for the first time?
How do you make it feel right?
How do you make it feel special,
Even if it is a peck goodnight?
How do you play them a love song
And say "It reminds me of you,"
When what you want to say is
"I wish for once you could take a clue..."?
How do you look at them the same?
How do you watch them smile so small,
After you glance their way,
And not automatically fall?
How do you say "I love you,"
And truly hear it's words?
How do you not get butterflies,
When I feel massive birds?
How do you not love their eyes?
How do you not love their laugh?
How do you not miss them,
When they turn their back?
How do you not want to give them the world?
How do you not stop just to stare?
How do you say "I love you,"
When he's just combing his hair?
How do you fall so hard,
And he's just lightly floating?
How do you stop yourself
From constantly doting?
How do you tell your parents you're in love?
How do you tell them it's true?
How do you make it seem as real to them,
As it is to you?
How do you tell yourself to stop?
How do you tell yourself "I'm too young,"?
How do you realize this can't be real?
How do you stop your heart from being hung?
How do you tell someone you don't love them?
How do you say it through a text?
How do you break their heart,
Then say it's for the best?
How do you look at them the next day?
How do you stop your glance?
How do you stop yourself from crying,
And begging for another chance?
How do you delete their number,
Let alone their text's?
How do you try to forget what happened,
And try to look forward to what's next?
How do you keep holding on,
Even after they let go?
How do you still grip so tight,
After their parting blow?
How do you move on?
How do you just say no?
How do you find another,
Who has the same beautiful glow?
How do you look back and realize how much it changed you?
How do you look at them without love?
How do you remember everything,
And realize he was nothing you dreamed of?
How did I fall in love,
When in the long run,
He was just a boy,
And not the one?
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 7:18 PM UTC
If I could tell you anything,
I would tell you
I love you more than
Anything in the world
And
I will forever
*Be your girl.*
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 10:56 PM UTC
Stop telling me my music isn't worth it anymore.
I am in a top honor band and working towards more.
You never encourage me for anything.
Music was there when you weren't.
When will you realize?
Music is my future.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
You love him.
The outcast.
He's different.
But so are you.
Is it love?
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
Today, I am thankful.
For the birds.
And the weather.
And the rolling hills in my backyard.
And the huge trees that make me feel
so small.
And my feet and legs.
And my lungs taking in huge breaths.
And my heart pounding as my feet hit the ground
with every step.
And days like today,
Because even though I had the worst day,
I can come home and just
be me.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC
My very own
Bari Sax Playing,
Red-haired,
Advanced class- taking,
boyfriend.
♥
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC
Fun facts*:
*Disclaimer: these might not be fun or a fact but hey, who cares?
-I'm 15.5 years old.
-I have never been in love with a boy my age.
-That last one sounds bad.
-I've fallen in love with my 4 year old cousin.
-I really really like a boy.
-He has red hair and pale skin.
-He plays rugby.
-He likes me back.
-He is my best friend.
-I'm afraid to love him.
end feels list.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC