I told my mother I couldn’t imagine dating someone I barely knew
And yet somehow we still found ourselves on the side of the road
With no way home and no desire to be anywhere but together
It was only one week later when I held you for the first time
When we first kissed and you couldn’t keep yourself from smiling
And it was only a matter of time before it began to feel unnatural
For your hand to be anywhere but in mine
I remember feeling homesick without you sitting in my passenger seat
Somedays I still feel that way
The truth is its so hard for someone to come into your life so fast
And leave just as swiftly
Now all I have are these ghosts that haunt my dreams
I swear I won’t let them torment me forever
*~W.C.

ITS GETTING BAD.
ITS GETTING BAD.
ITS ALREADY BAD AGAIN.
i want to scream this at everyone that asks me how i am.
but i know that's not the question they're asking.
and that's not the answer they want.
so... ITS GETTING BAD
turns from a scream to a fake smile and a polite, "i'm well, thanks."

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I am a sorry sour *******.
I'm sorry you feel sorry for my sorrows.
I'm sorry, You.




*I'm sorry. ******* it.

One moment, you’ll start to realize
how much their touch could melt your skin,

and how their words bled
with empty promises

but could fill your soul,
starving for security, trying to fix the cracks.

And there will be agony,
but you’ll mistake it all for love.

One moment you’ll see yourself in their eyes—
lifeless—buried in tragedies, unable to escape

and there, you’ll stay.
Not in their life, but in their eyes,

burning with catastrophe;
there will be flames, devouring your insides

and you will mistake gasoline for your patience