Dear Tired Friend,
      I know you're sick of me hurting you. Confusing you. Leaving you bruised and battered and hidden so that no one will know the ache you feel. I'm sorry for getting so attached so that it hurts when everything's gone. I'm sorry for lying to you about what's really going on. I know I made you believe the worst things. Some ( Read more... )

no one knows how much i want her to be alright

I have never had a real best friend. Either I call someone my best friend but when they respond I'm just "A really good friend" or someone else calls me their best friend but it's retracted two days later when someone new rolls around. I broke the glass of a friendship today. Sitting on my desk, staring at me, mocking me. 13 years of lies and "You' ( Read more... )

"I'll miss you too"

Its not like I thought you'd stay with me forever. Right here with me holding me like you would never let go. And it's not like you left forever. For a week or two which seems like a lifetime to me when I can't see your face. I want to sit here all day and talk with you about nothing. And then kiss you hard, like I've never ( Read more... )

Something you said you would change in me ( Read more... )

Twenty-three days down and I'm still stuck to your side. Like a bug, injecting my venom into every part of you until you swell and burst from all the pain. I hurt you. Put me in a bubble and let me sleep through the summer so I can't make you cry anymore. Leave me in my room to rot and die, I'm begging you, because I would have hated me by now. I ( Read more... )

So screwed up. I'm stuck in this moment in which I don't know whether to turn left or right or just stay put so that I don't screw up again. I can't screw up again. And I remember the days when it was so easy yet so complicated at the same time. One cut. One little bit of friction and soon enough the mark that I longed for appeared and it cured me ( Read more... )

It's hard to establish when it started or where it started or who it started with. All I know is that somewhere down the crooked path I call life, I became a bystander. That wallflower you ignore, or worse, speak of unkindly. Sometime in my past I was hit with some incurable, debilitating disease that makes me wonder why I bother living if I can't ( Read more... )

Maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you ( Read more... )

Lost in a world of sound...
I guess it's safer to sit back and take it all. It's scary to think that I'm so wrapped up in this. And I'm sorry for being such a bitch if thats what you want to call me. I didn't mean for it to be like this. I just want you to be alright. But me wanting something doesnt matter if you dont want it too.
It's an ( Read more... )