French class is torture.
None of the accents, the verbs, the adjectives, or the structures matter. It's all turned into one huge reminder of you.

What's in store for me?
Happiness?
Sorry, we don't carry that anymore.
Hope?
You walked out with the last pack
a week ago,
But what abou--
Not likely.
I guess I'm just drained,
I'll have to wait for
the shelves to be full
again.

You always wanted me to take off my glasses,
and eventually,
I complied;
My mistake.

I see pictures that remind
me of you,
they have a luxury you couldn't afford me,
a protective glass case.

This morning I cried while hugging my mom.

and yet again. with me as an unexpecting participant.
you have brightened my life.
it felt as if in two nights
we relived the moments
that first made me care for you so much.
and now, make me realize even more
how amazing life feels
when you're
in it.

I guess I didn't lose that receipt after all.
I just lost what made it sentimental.

and to use a cliche
ignorance is bliss.
I'll never forget how amazing you used to make me feel.

I still listen your mix cd constantly. I don't think I've really taken it out of my CD player. I still laugh and smile during it all, and I guess it just makes it sometimes seem that I'm really with you. That you're sitting right next to me and things are how they used to be. It's just the "aftertaste" that I don't like. When I get out of the car ( Read more... )

I worry a lot.

everything i see. reminds me of her ( Read more... )