Dear Friend,
Maybe your right

Maybe it will just get worse, maybe it will be terrible.
But you at least owe it to yourself to hope for good. You at least have to tell yourself that there is still a chance for it to be better, even if you don't believe it right now.
You have to believe that there is good, for good to happen.
And one day, when you least expect it, you'll look around and you'll remember how bad it was, and how good it got, and you'll be able to look at yourself and be absolutely satisfied with the wondrous person that you became.
And I know that you don't see it now, and thats okay. But you will see it, just hang in there.
Because one day, when your living in a far off, lit up city you'll remember me. You'll remember what I said, and you'll see that it was true. And there in your far off lit up city you'll be able to create your own happiness, because thats what people surrounded in starlit skyscrapers learn to do. So just take a couple steps back and try to look at the blurry finish line of where you want to be 10 years from now. And if there is no picture yet, then close your eyes and paint it yourself. I know it sounds scary, but thats what makes it terribly exciting.

It always gets better in the end, so if its not better, its not the end. Its just the beginning. And I know that rest of this chaotic adventure we call life will be wonderful. Because thats how it works, thats what life is
Truthfully,
**M

A thousand broken hearts lay at her feet...

How different it must feel, when this one is her own

I know that one day all we'll ever be is a collection of mismatched, unedited moments....
And I'm fine with that.








I think.

Brush stroke of lips on innocent skin.

First kisses are always the hardest ones to predict.

I hate it when thoughts of you keep me up at night

I hate it how your laugh-stained smile leaves an unforgettable imprint in my mind

And I hate I'm always scared, and I hate how I can't speak

I hate how you leave me breathless

So, I was thinking.... want to fall in love with me?

And its the disappointment in their faces that gives the hardest blow.

That makes me want to run.

Because in this state I am no longer useful to them.

I am a burden

They've already got their perfect child, and I am not it.

My dreams are far to big for my limited options

My mistakes are too expensive.

And all I can do is sit and wait for the lecture to be over.

Words balancing on the tip of my tongue

I'm drowning in all the things I wish I could say

But I don't want to be that girl

I've always been the exception

Your exception

And naturally I'm terrified of what could happen

Of what would happen
Of what will happen
Of what won't happen