it was watermelon air; but not real jennifer aniston will never know my name. watermelon, no; that fake, chewinggum just a fact, and i only mean it, nothing watermelon, bright and punchy, like hidden in the words (a movie of hers was an ammonia shot to your happy place… playing during my lunch break. i wasn’t i don’t remember the face. i don’t want to. paying attention; i was reading hamnet.)
I'm the little seed trying to grow from inside out, Your ugly is showing, trying to contain the sprout The perfect little facade of yours The red strawberry pores Will get bitter as the time rolls about Not even having tried to figure me out
I have always been the sweet charm and favorite of all people at home, But, there always comes a but, But I am "the girl" I must understand, But I am "the eldest" I must know, But I am "the quietest" I must be smart, But I am "the senior" I must set good example, And in this series of But and examples I managed to keep my dream and passion to myself in order to be perfect for my younger, But I always sit and wonder Am I really good? Or am I teaching my youngers to be fake? Am I really setting an good example? Or am I setting an example of being what others except you to be? What if I am the worst? What if they found out that I am FAKE? Will I'd be the perfect person then?
empty emotions fuel the deep devotions of yesterday nothing fulfilling no true feelings there was nothing in between nothing breathing lifeless ill intended words that feel like promises only fueled what made you die
I knew it when the hugs felt different, when the kisses got shorter, nearly one sided, when I felt the urge to ask if everything was still the same, and I could hear the lie in every promise you'd make, the affirmations were fake, just two-faced, our love was a noose you tied for me.
Nowadays I cant believe I let her get to me like that. I cant believe I cared that much about someone who didnt give a ****.
You said you miss me With a pouting face For a second I felt for you But you don’t know anything about me You’re clueless You don’t care how I am So how can you miss me… If you don’t care about me? Maybe it’s the idea of me that you miss Or the attention I gave Always ignoring me Till it suited you to respond I feel no bond So here I am letting go It’s over now.
I've walked and savoured Seen the magic and ate the food Sight and hearing may deceive But taste, fragrance and touch Directly speaks and to you alone And by same measure I know The liars, the blind, and the fools For their fruits are without taste Even as plastic fruits are for eyes only