I'm grateful for my mind But most of the time I wish I could think like everyone else Not having to always feel the need to be more mature or look at the bright side of things Everyone tells me I'm "mature for my age" So I keep exhausting myself Wishing I could cut the rope to the tug of war competition in my head The back and forth of wanting to wallow with the moon but knowing that sunshine will wash away the worry I want to live without being concerned about what my future self will think of me I want to be a selfish ignorant teen But I care too much about how I am perceived to others And I need adult validation to function
I knew love when I was 16 It was something new to me An unfamiliar rhythm that I try to dance to I tried hard to make it fit on me But I always miss the beat of it
Love is like a familiar stranger Or a scenario of deja vu I somehow knew it but barely recognizes it It's a lesson that I have learned that I forgot Although I am willing to relearn it
Love was always with me Like a secretly supportive friend That knows my demons even if I am a closed book Always gives me an invisible pat on my shoulder Pushes me through the hardest obstacles
Love became a dear friend That I would share a kidney to It became my something spectacular A burst of vivid fireworks in the night sky It made me stare at it in awe
Love is something I can't afford to lose Because in all honesty, I have grown fond of it Losing love means I'll get to start over again I don't have the heart to face the beginning If it is not with the same love
Love is my reason to lie to my mother It made me want to sneak out on friday nights Just to have long midnight walks While holding their precious hand As the cool wind kisses our cheeks
Love reached all my standards Yet at the same time, erased it I learned to love the flaws and imperfections Love became the high standard That no one could reach
Love is my beginning and end Love is both my fear and courage Love is my peace and chaos Love is my in between Love is you.
I knew love for a short time. Gabo, I'll miss you.
Mina Harker, female protagonist of the novel- Dracula, along with her friends plots against Dracula. Knowing their plans, Dracula bites Mina three times and also makes her drink his blood as a revenge giving him access to her thoughts and ensuring her fate as a vampire should she die, due to which she switches back and forth between consciousness and a trance-like state. Van Helsing, Dracula's arch-nemesis, uses this link to his advantage by hypnotizing Mina to find and destroy Dracula.
I’m 16 years old I’ve been up all night watching old movies and as my eyes begin to close I hear Clark gable say You should be kissed often and by someone who knows how
I’m 16 and all I want is a Hollywood kind of love A soft thing, filled with teary eyed confessions under Vaseline blurred stars
I’m 16 and I find myself falling teary eyed into the arms of any boy with soft palms and a cinema smile But this love stings And as I look to the stars for for that blurry reassurance The sharp light claws out my eyes
I’m 16 and I learn love is a thing with teeth And those ivory skinned women on screen can fall into the arms of something soft But every time I fall I hit the ground so hard that it shatters every bone in my body And broken still, I get up and fall again
all i am is an inconvenience. i want a gun. i want to use it. i want to be forgotten. i want to cut my skin off. i want to be thin. i want my face to bleed. i want to feel things. i don’t think i’m depressed. i just want to blow my ******* brains out. i never want to die. i wish god was with me. i want a bigger tv. i want a nice house. i want a dog. i want people to share my life with. i want my daydreams to come true. i want to say what i want instead of holding myself back. i want to be funny. i want to be poetic. i want to be smart. i want elise. i want dad. i want the nightmares to disappear. i want to be something instead of nothing.
i want to know what i want. i don’t like school. i do like school.