I swear I hate you. I hate you to such an amazing extent that sometimes I want you back in my life ( Read more... )

"I know what to say, but don't know where to begin." You were always the one that was better at words; but I'm giving it a try and I'm not holding back ( Read more... )

Are you part of my remote past, challenging present or impending future?Did I lose you before I could even have you ( Read more... )

I feel the greatest and purest love known to man to which I can not yell at the top of my lungs. Like a blind man unable to see a beautiful rainbow. It’s been a pretty long journey from what I had first thought it was going to be. We have gone through numerous obstacles and situations that I never thought we would be able to recover from, and in ( Read more... )

I never wanted your forgiveness--you did what you had to, I did what I could, now we've gone our separate ways. I never found comfort in your Acceptance; if time’s a healer then I'll sit and wait for your poison words to scar.A notebook filled with a million words sits quietly by my side, like a loaded gun with the wrong intentions.They tell me ( Read more... )

I bought a new camera. Dropped $700 on it too. Its AMAZING though. I'm happy with it. If anyone wants pictures taken (bands, people, ect.) let me know :) ... I'd be glad to do it. Its my thing. Its what I enjoy! I have a real nack at it.

People truely make me sick.
They honestly make no sense.
Your best friend to your face.
And your worst enemy to your back.
"I care, I'll be there for you, if you need me I'm here."
Fuck that.They are/were never there ( Read more... )

I adore you because you're just like me. I adore you because you're brash and dangerous, you're angry; you're a beast, an animal.

I don't know how to forget the past, how to cut myself free of the anchors, the weights and chains of time. The thinness of memory, like so much fragmented or decayed rice paper, has set me spinning, full of rage. Sometimes I am afraid I won't remember things; I’ll forget the feeling of having wings, the feeling of one hand clasping another; a pair ( Read more... )

I guess all I want is some sort of understanding. I crave everyday to comprehend what went through your mind. Loving you is replaced with this hatred of all things you. This ulcer-like burn in my stomach has now eaten the butterflies that used to flutter with the thoughts of losing you. Losing you, ha!! Did I ever really have you? Thats what I ( Read more... )