16 Nov '13 // 20:45 I'm wondering why fate chose you for me to fall in love with.

It's a full moon and I'm struggling to grasp onto the concept that you might not love me back or that you possibly wouldnt do anything about loving me. But you not loving me today won't be okay, it will never be, it sh ou ld   n eve r  be.

I can't say I like it, it's not quite that normal. Unquestionable.

You are the one who reminds me to breathe though, that may be one little something that makes me feel this way about you.
Truth is, I don't know anymore. I guess I just *love you.

and i, i ask why
my life goes on and on
and i, i ask why
i'm alive
                                                                                          - g.w

i didn't ask for it but now i'm here
still learning how to breathe.
o, such dense vibrations
gotta learn how to be.
this new world
is something
new to
me.
                                                       - g.w

like candyfloss, i indulge in you.
i stuff my face and i want more.
more
more
more of you.
you dissolve into me.
every little one of your particles melt into me and leave me with only your taste.
sweet like sugar.
i want more.
like a carbohydrate, you make me crave you.
i tell myself that just one taste won't do any harm.
i stuff my face... i crave you.
so i have more.
more.
more.
more of you.
every little one of your particles melt into me and leave me with only your taste.
carbs turn into sugar.
i want more.

2.07am
- g.w

days are the
the clouds the stars my feet be
when light is loud sand sees.
       days are the ones i long to be with you.

under long pages full now
today is when trees.
       days are the ones i long to be with you.

spell not knows how to forgotton it seems
the clouds still star
for ones are the days
that i long
to be
with
me.                              
                                                                     - g.w

Come after me with full force
with a passion strong enough to conquer war.
Pacify me, together we will taste glory.

Make all treacherous paths
a steady ***** that carries me
to the edge of my glory.

i'm back again, i'm sad again
but i'll still do anything i want [again].

i heard wasabi takes away the pain
i'm still drowning, please don't say my name with such delight

these walls are so hollow
i need some privacy for me and my sorrow
we like to stay up til the AMs and suffocate each other.

.

Constant fighting over nothing
It's like everything's alright but we're just covering it all up 'cos we know there's conflict 
You can smell the pain in thee atmosphere around them

I don't like the faking, the lies.
The cruelty.

No one to trust, I could tell her something dark and she wouldn't mind sharing it with the rest.
Next she's turned her back on you.
For what?
There we go smiles on our faces, lots of love but surprisingly no one realises that it's fake.

Make the pretending stop. It is killer.
And the people closest to us are the ones we hate the most.
Secret battles is what we hold but on thee outside it just looks like some kind of mutual happiness and beautiful tides.

You are one here.
It won't stop, not ever.
Forever will it be pretend forever will you and I be alone.

i want you to touch me.
"ahh, you're so chilly".

i want you to breathe on me,
be all the heat i need when you come
close
to me.

our movement is geometrical,
your skin sticks on me
make me wet
so you can cool me.

the coarse hairs of your chin scratch my neck
and flustered i am.

oh,
won't you
touch me
again?
                                            
          ­                                                                 ­             - g.w

She was a beautiful dreamer
She had so much hope in her
Someone who was loved by everyone,
even me.

Beautiful soul, well now it's been broken.

No one saw her drown.
6 years ago that is.

It was quiet but fatal and so sly and slow that not even she knew it was coming for her
Sadness slowly soaked into her, it became permanent in her fragile bones.
It wasn't something she couldn't handle at first, but with time it possessed the good that was left of her.
How beautiful her smile was and her eyes so angelic, something tells me it's the tears she cries at bedtime that anglicised them so.

I never told you that after a while the pain, the sadness it got the best of her except that didn't stop her from making sure other people were happy.
But, slowly they diluted her hope.
Her own moster is what she has, what she had become.
An angel is how they somehow still saw, even what they still see her as.
That's the thing about her she managed to stay such a dear.
Quite sad rather, how no one really saw the pain in disguise but she was such a great pretender you can't exactly call them ignorant.

Well this was her, Sweet Tragic.
Oh Sweet Tragic.

my hands are all i have
but i still don't feel like my own.
the thoughts control me
[i am], they are the government of this body.
so i'm just my thoughts?
my thoughts ask why.
they want to know
so they trouble my soul
naughty my thoughts be
piercing through every part of me.
so why?
do i think.
do i be just this body.
just a thought.
tell me.
                                                             ­              - g.w

the people you love ****.
when you need them and they're not there.

the people you love ****.
cause you're bored and lonely but they don't seem to care.

the people you love ****.
because they didn't notice your sad and now you're writing this.

the people you love ****.
they think you're sad over nothing and will get over it.

the people you love ****.
they don't want to see the open wounds in your heart.

the people you love love you too
they don't even know who you are.

                                                                                        - g.w

the world will still move but my head will ache.
this thought of you gnawing at my brains
in my days, in my sleep, your memory remains.
                                                                                            - g.w

the birds tweet,
i do not tingle.
the wind blows through my hair,
i do not tingle.
you touch me,
i feel sparks
as if
an electric current is passing through me
and that's when
i tingle.
    
                                                                ­ - g.w