How did Heaven drift do far away? When did California become closer than a place intangible, within your heart? What do you do when you accidentally followed the red brick road instead of the yellow? Where do you...where do I, go from here? Who is there to guide me when my phone accidentally deleted Gods contact? Why is California closer than Heaven?
I'm the *****, the quiet girl in the front of the class, according to the handicap stall in the upstairs boys bathroom, a ****. I love, and when I do I love to no ends. But you'd never know how much this ***** loves, because there is no love shown.
Here is to the roses that smelled like lies. Here is to the kiss that burned my lips. Here is to the time you held my hand while looking at her. Here is to the passive-aggressiveness in your love. Here is to the day you promised me everything, and the day it washed away.