You were forever on my mind.
Your eyes,
Your dimples,
Your entire ******* face.
I stopped thinking for me
And started to think for you.
Will he like this shirt?
He won't like me if I gain anymore weight.
Does he prefer my hair up or down?
I should have ran then.
Now here I sit
Watching the waves roll in,
Completely devoid of emotion.
I've cried my heart out until i could cry no more.
I decided then to pack away my heart.
I wrapped it up in the newspaper from last Sunday.
The one that mentioned all the graduating seniors.
I whimpered a little when I read your name.
Then I placed it in a cardboard box.
I ****** in a deep breath when I realised
That box had your mixtapes in them.
I shoved the box that held my heart into the back of my closet;
The one you hid in when my parents came home unexpectedly.
I take a few deep breaths whenever I see that box.
I remember taking a sharpie and writing a few words on the top.
NEVER TRUST A BOY WITH GREEN EYES AND A GUITAR.
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
You were forever on my mind.
Your eyes,
Your dimples,
Your entire ******* face.
I stopped thinking for me
And started to think for you.
Will he like this shirt?
He won't like me if I gain anymore weight.
Does he prefer my hair up or down?
I should have ran then.
Now here I sit
Watching the waves roll in,
Completely devoid of emotion.
I've cried my heart out until i could cry no more.
I decided then to pack away my heart.
I wrapped it up in the newspaper from last Sunday.
The one that mentioned all the graduating seniors.
I whimpered a little when I read your name.
Then I placed it in a cardboard box.
I ****** in a deep breath when I realised
That box had your mixtapes in them.
I shoved the box that held my heart into the back of my closet;
The one you hid in when my parents came home unexpectedly.
I take a few deep breaths whenever I see that box.
I remember taking a sharpie and writing a few words on the top.
NEVER TRUST A BOY WITH GREEN EYES AND A GUITAR.
