Feb 2016
I Want It Real
Sequel To My Sisters Term Paper
People say my writing is good while I just think its words at best. I write about the things I know well, i don’t think I could ever write anything other than that. I write about my experiences, maybe just twisted a little but in every sentence you could find the truth about me hidden somewhere. I wrote my stepsisters term paper about my heartbreak, she got an A and a standing ovation from her professor. he asked where she learned to write and the funniest thing is that i was never taught. I just did. I wrote about how you broke my heart, maybe more than that, you left severe internal damage. Trauma to my head and left my lungs gasping for air. The sad thing is that i absolutely KNEW that it was coming. I even debated if I should be the one to do it, I didn’t think you had the courage too. But in the end we found out who the real coward was. Or maybe i was just selfish. Months passed and I was still head over heels for you despite the scars that remained and bled occasionally. You seemed to feel the same and now, we are back together. I couldn’t be happier to be in your embrace as an actual part of you again but i would be a liar if i said that i wasn’t afraid of you. Afraid of a repeat of what happened, completing a circle of pain that left me days without a shower and days without a dry eye. But now that I can safely safely say that I love you, I have to think about the productivity behind what happened. Maybe the heartbreak healed us. Maybe the pain was medicine, bitter as it was, and we just don’t know it yet- that time is actually a cast for what is broken. Cause we are not shattered anymore. Though I am timid, I know that this time, we are more real. Less lovestruck.. more in love. It is real when I sit on the counter and you patch up my knee from falling down. It is real when we can lay in the dark and just talk. It is real when we are uncontrollably laughing from comedy in your bed. I don’t feel like a child lost in love but I feel safe and stable when you are near. It is real in my heart when I say that I love you and I leave for the night. It is real when I shield my eyes from the light to look towards the future. I don’t know what will happen but I’ll keep your hand in mine and this healing love close to my heart.
Sequel To My Sisters Term Paper
People say my writing is good while I just think its words at best. I write about the things I know well, i don’t think I could ever write anything other than that. I write about my experiences, maybe just twisted a little but in every sentence you could find the truth about me hidden somewhere. I wrote my stepsisters term paper about my heartbreak, she got an A and a standing ovation from her professor. he asked where she learned to write and the funniest thing is that i was never taught. I just did. I wrote about how you broke my heart, maybe more than that, you left severe internal damage. Trauma to my head and left my lungs gasping for air. The sad thing is that i absolutely KNEW that it was coming. I even debated if I should be the one to do it, I didn’t think you had the courage too. But in the end we found out who the real coward was. Or maybe i was just selfish. Months passed and I was still head over heels for you despite the scars that remained and bled occasionally. You seemed to feel the same and now, we are back together. I couldn’t be happier to be in your embrace as an actual part of you again but i would be a liar if i said that i wasn’t afraid of you. Afraid of a repeat of what happened, completing a circle of pain that left me days without a shower and days without a dry eye. But now that I can safely safely say that I love you, I have to think about the productivity behind what happened. Maybe the heartbreak healed us. Maybe the pain was medicine, bitter as it was, and we just don’t know it yet- that time is actually a cast for what is broken. Cause we are not shattered anymore. Though I am timid, I know that this time, we are more real. Less lovestruck.. more in love. It is real when I sit on the counter and you patch up my knee from falling down. It is real when we can lay in the dark and just talk. It is real when we are uncontrollably laughing from comedy in your bed. I don’t feel like a child lost in love but I feel safe and stable when you are near. It is real in my heart when I say that I love you and I leave for the night. It is real when I shield my eyes from the light to look towards the future. I don’t know what will happen but I’ll keep your hand in mine and this healing love close to my heart.
