Note to self:

Work on communication

In the end of the day
Somewhere in Arizona
The moment was just perfect
And framed like a picture
That now lays between papers and crayola markers
Waiting for me to one day look back
Smile
Laugh
Cry
And wish to be back

(Though I’ll never really know and understand why)

I don’t know what came upon me
I out of nowhere griped my body
As if I were holding on for dear life
Maybe it was because of the cold
Or because I feel somewhat morose

“our fingers are touching, you fake like you're blushing
cause laughing is easier than saying you love me
and maybe you don't but i think that you do”

I’m not the one to just be friends
No I don’t want to comprehend
Your actions hurt me more than words
No I can’t just go and pretend
Like you

I don’t like asking for help
I’ll just feel like an attention *****
I’ll deal with it until I take it out on my art

“But I guess I learned something from you
you gotta be loud and you gotta yell
You gotta break things and make a mess
and leave it for someone else to clean up in the end”