what do we know about angels i swear i thought you wanted to be okay you keep telling me to stay holding on to the little things but im standing on pavement and my legs are shaking. i was not lying when i told you my dreams are lost somewhere in his closet, it is the truth. i swear i never stop chasing till my feet spills blood and stays on the ground. your name is mine and our knuckles broke the mirror and i want you to know that i still keep the pieces inside my head. we are so twisted i get this feeling that someday we should chain each other down till we forgive ourselves for the things we didn't even do. one time you checked on me when i was crying on the ceiling and you dragged me home and reminded me of the things that matter and the things that don't. the sky was bleeding when i tried to breath your happiness but i end up with too much and you with nothing. im still waking up with nightmares but it doesn't bother me anymore. im sorry. im so sorry for all the scars i painted on our body. im so sorry for ruining the horizon we used to share. im so sorry i couldn't get over him, forgive me for taking too long to apologize. im trying to be better and im starting to accept things as how they should be. i hope god will still listen to what i have to say even if i didn't when it was the other way around. most of all, i want my soul back and i sure hope it's not too late.

don't believe them when they say you can't miss someone you barely had a conversation with because i swear to all ******* ***** that i spent too much time thinking about what we could've become if only we went beyond exchanging looks.

im so sorry for making you the subjects to my plea, it's because I don't have any other way of telling myself that dreaming of you is not a good thing. I've always tried to fight the frown in my face every time i think about the way you looked at me like i am a wonderful disaster. we've never seen each other since then. that's the thing i hate about summer, it is meant to make good memories and I can't help but get attached to those. i cant help but get attached to you.

the distance between us is not keeping me from missing you. i miss you. i miss you like how i miss myself since the day someone took a piece of me and never gave it back. i miss you like the emptiness inside of me that keeps me from being happy. i miss you like the days when i was still my daddy's girl and i wish i could bring back the way he looked at me again. i miss you like the song i heard once that i can't seem to get out of my head because the title is forgotten somewhere in there. i miss you like how i miss my friend that now lays inside a coffin with her name carved on a stone and inside my body. i miss you like how i miss breathing. i miss you like how the world yells at me for being this sad. i miss you like the soul i used to have.

what is worse than a writer having bad writing
and messed up thoughts?
pen to paper, scratched then thrown
no sense of point or direction
just a bad day and a thought
a blurry complicated mystery buried inside these bones
a broken promise and extreme happiness
mixed together doesn't make a good experiment
coz feelings are not equations to be solved to begin with

a bad writers habit is to write
and you're staring directly to her trash of art