You said to me:
                           "If I'm going to be alive
                            I might as well be incredible
                            I want to do more than just exist."

I couldn't say what I wanted to, so I wrote you a riddle that I'll never show and you'll never see:

I was born innocent and strong heart-ed
I grew up with a firm footing and quick grasp
I lived with determination and loved my love with pure certainty

Soon I imagine, my acclaimed wisdom will be passed along
As if that has any significance
And then after
I'll be dead.

“Yes.” One word. Say it as often as you can. It’s going to hurt sometimes. But you’ll gain more experience than any textbook can show you.

2. Stand up. Talk to him. Ask him questions. Kiss him. Don’t cower in the corner.

3. Fall in love with everyone but don’t regret it.

4. Open your ears and shut your mouth sometimes.

5. Don’t drag him around like it’s a game. You’ll break him.

6. Take naps. They’re your friend.

7. Hold everyone close. Some you’ll let go by choice, others by force, and some not at all. Love as much as you can.

8. Sit in the grass and stare up at the stars like you’re in a Nicholas Sparks book and embrace the paranoia of bugs crawling on your legs and noises in the woods. It isn’t perfect; don’t fool yourself.

9. Materialism isn’t worth it. Only keep the things from those who have left this world. If they left you in the dust and still breathe, burn the gifts they gave you. It’s worth it in the long run.

10. Cry. It’s okay. You have nothing to prove.

it's the things like this that strike me the most,
a simple conversation between two humans,
yet so powerful.
person 1:  why are you so mean?
person 2:  because the best way to not get your heart broken, is to pretend you don't even have one

now, as i realize this is just a dumb tumblr picture,
i laugh a bit,
but then stop as i realize this may describe me.
quite well actually.

you've proven to be there for me,
even when i am a mess of tears and guilt in the middle of the night.
just simply a sorry from you, can help me feel better.
but because of past experiences,
i am scared to let you see inside of me.
it was easy when i called you bestie and loved you like a brother,
but now, i feel a strong love for you.
the kind where i smile for no reason but the fact that i can call you mine,
and the kind that when i catch you staring, i blush like crazy.
the kind of love where every love song can put your face in my head,
and where kisses you place gently on my forehead make my heart swell.  

i realize that if i want this kind of love,
i have to open myself,
i have to be my semi-******, clumsy, imaginative self around you.
i have to share my feelings, and let you love me.
but if i let you see me, and let you love me,
i have to also give you the ability to destroy me.
and that is what scares the hell out of me.
knowing that at any moment, you could make me cry
you could tell my secrets to the world,
you could break my heart.
break me entirely.