I cannot unlove you,

                my sweet.

Its like nothing words can describe.
One minute you're there, but it happens all to fast to know why.
But why does it all matter?
Nothing does.
At every step of the way, its like nothing before.
It doesn't make sense, but than again, it doesn't need to.
When things happen you can't stop them.
They have to happen.
Not only for you, but for the development of your life and who you are going to be as a person.
It's not fate.
It's what needs to happen.

I can't stand
that I'm
looking at four empty walls
and
a plain white ceiling


while you're
looking at glasses filled with liquor
and
girls with prettier brown eyes

What would you do,
if you had a short amount of time left?

Would you travel?
Would you fall in love?
Would you believe in something new?
Would you give up early?

i called you my 'ex' for the first time today.

Do things for you and no one else.
Eliminate try from your vocabulary and just do it.
Everyone has 20 seconds to do something courageous, use them daily.
Do something that scares you once a month.
Never give up.
Spite people, because people hate when you're happier then them.
Give yourself the satisfaction of living every day with no regrets.
Give only ***** to those who matter.

Live by these on a daily  basis. No matter how upset I get , or how lost I get these always stay with me. You will get out of this mess.
You always have and you always will.

It takes
a big heart to get through the darkest of darkness.

It takes
a strong willing to want and get what you need and want.

It takes
a old soul's knowledge to break down the big bits and turn them into something of understanding.

Its takes
patients and love.

It takes
more then just a pretty face to go through hell.

My throat closes and my eyes water.
My legs can't hold my body and my hands tremble.
My mind scatters and the only thing that's clear is how sharp the knife is and how cold it is against my skin.
The darkness overwhelms me as the ruby red line runs down my leg, down my arm, down my stomach.
The silence drowns out the music and puts much more emphasis on how fast and hard my heart pumps blood through my body.
My fingers go numb as the knife falls from my hand and as my limp body falls to the river below.

Fight the problem.
Not the person.

The imaginary character
that makes a young soul
believe in it.
Bringing the character
back to life
with a clap.
The touch
that makes the adult soul
believe in it.
Bringing
the heart of the victim
back to life with a touch.
The whisper
that makes an old soul
believe in it.
Bringing the soul back to life as a memory.

When you fall in love with a boy,
you fall in love with love with the curves of his shoulders, the angles of his collarbones.
You fall in love with the color of his eyes and the softness of his lips.
You fall in love with his cheekbones, you fall in love with every eyelash, every freckle.

You fall in love with everything.

As time grows on,
My memories of you grow thin.

First;
Our last goodbye
Last;
Our first hello

I cannot feel ashamed or disrupted
I cannot feel lost or disturbed
by you leaving me...

Only because,


I was thinking of someone else.

Memories are all some people have left of other people.

Memories of good times spent together making smiles, friends, acquaintances and enemies along the way. Memories only exist when the past becomes so distant that you only remember the sounds and smells and feelings that came along with it.

Those 'Remember When's' when you're with someone.
Those 'Remember That's'  when you're not with someone.
**But just remember,
if you go,
shes coming with you.

something came along
and now?
now i feel its going to be like

Every

Other

Time.

The good ones come once in a blue moon,
but the average story shows up every day.
Each sentence explaining the story,
giving more detail and thought to it.
Making it come to life by re-reading it over and over again.
Stories can be the smallest story ever written or the biggest story ever told,
but sometimes the stories are forgotten and left untold.

a boy once told me i could not love

years went by

and suddenly i believed it

Nothing could have been worst until it was a given that a human could be lost like this. So now what do you do? You can't go back, not after that, just hoping that the noise happened to stop. But no; One right then a left and a straight, then once again you stop and think; What now?

Left-Right, Left-Right.

Hours pass. Still nothing, until you realized your power is to weak.
So you just keep on going.

Left-Right, Left-Right.

someone who gives
a care
about something,
about anything