I wish that we could talk longer,
but I know you need your sleep.
I know you think you're boring
but I think your words are deep.
I love reading your stories
and often anticipate the next,
I fear mine aren't as entertaining
but you listen, nevertheless.
I think of you a lot
especially after our good nights,
My devilishly handsome husband,
you're the best part of my life.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 10:40 PM UTC
Whenever I feel sad, I blow things up in video game land.
Because everything and anything that I built there, can be rebuilt.
I can fix everything in the screen that I hurt or broke.
But I can't fix how you probably think what we had was just a joke.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
*I wonder how you'll react when you find out what I've done
you won't be able to hit me or scold me because, I'll be gone.
But will you cry? Will you feel ashamed? Will you wonder why?
I don't think that you should, because now I'll no longer cry.
So don't ask why,
don't you dare cry...
Please, don't be too upset
I'm getting away from here
and with no regrets.*
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC
I wonder,
have you forgotten about me yet?
I'm not sure that I'll ever forget you
even though I'm wanting to, so badly
It seems my mind isn't ready to let me.
But I have to keep trying.
And it'll take a while for me to stop crying
but at least I won't be denying,
my longing for you
to still be in my life.
Yeah, we had strife
but somehow we managed and
right now I'm tired of standing
here without you beside me.
Please just pull the knife out of me
set me free from this agony, maybe
give me an anaesthetic to numb all
of this pain.
I'm waiting for Felicia Amnesia to
sink into my brain.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
When you're laying in bed
feeling basically half dead,
eden's playing through your
h e a d s e t
and everything else is quiet.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC
In a dream I was walking, all alone.
A flower; I saw-
off in the distance..
it was all alone, like me.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
The screen in my window is partially torn
one half is fully attatched while the other..
is caught in the wind that is slowly pulling
it along, waiting for it to let go and flow as
gracefully as the newly falling snow
**But I am the other half, holding on for my
life because I'm afraid of heights that the
wind will lift me up to..**
The glass that I am protecting is already
broken, so why shouldn't I let go?
Don't.
*N
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w
I
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m
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
.
.*
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
I wonder; did you run out of color while you were painting me?
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
I'm seeing your scent in my dreams
and I think that it means: I miss you
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
*24 hours ago I was someone different
but right now I'm crying right where I'm sitting:
in this old photo booth on the side of the beach
where you left me after saying that we should end things
because this wasn't turning out the way that you expected it to be.*
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC