Why do you leave? Why did I cry ( Read more... )

I miss chilly summer nights. And I miss the clammy hands and warm arms wrapped around me when I cry. I miss that look of sympathy in your eyes. I miss that warm touch and when you wiped my tears. I miss you and I'm thinking about all these new years. I need you by my side. If not as what you were, but at least as a friend. I want to be with you ( Read more... )

I broke 4 needles today from my sewing machine trying to sew this sweater I tore apart because it was too big. I can't figure out whether I'm just a naturally bad sewer or if my sewing machine just felt like being a bitch today ( Read more... )

I want coffee ice cream.

I want a cappuccino.

I want to be wanted.

I want to be loved.

I want to dreams a thousand dreams.

I want to find you.

[EDIT]:
I miss the long night talks.
And I miss the tickling.

I know your talking to your ex. Usually it bothers me a lot more. But this time it didn't as much. I think maybe things are getting better. Bits and pieces are looking up. I guess sometimes people do just need to let go. It's funny, in the old times, I'd probably be crying right now, but I haven't cried today. Not once. 4 days is enough. And I'm ( Read more... )

I'll never get them. Ever.

Relationships... that is.

Not even with boys, but with my friends too.

How can you mad over something so petty?

I just don't understand.

I wish everyone would just tell me how they felt

And then leave me alone.

Let me on my way.

Being Alone...

It's just...

Easier.

I had to write an extra-credit poem for AP. I actually did it the day before it was due. Maybe for once, I'm on the right track.

( Pandora’s Box )

Today's a new day. New things to do and accomplish. It was a pretty damn good day. I got my homework done fast and school was entertaining even though it was draining. I thought a few things could of been better but eh... nothings perfect. Well, once something was but that's besides the point. I have to write a poem for extra credit for my AP class ( Read more... )

I feel like a patient in a waiting room, waiting for you to call me in.

But my turn never comes.

A world without love. It would be nice. It would be simple. It would be meaningless. I would be happy ( Read more... )