It's crazy when you smile the way you do when I'm with you. I keep on changing my mind but somehow I'm back every time to those arms. I can't help but close my eyes sometimes and imagine that its almost real. Back and forth with the love hate but somehow you make my day. I wonder how many lies you've told to change my mind... but for what? I can't ( Read more... )

Honestly, the last thing I need
is to play your games,
to walk your way,
to say your name.
The last thing I need
is to hear your lies,
to waste my time,
to fear good-byes.
The last thing I want
is to let myself slip,
to fall on my face,
to walk with a limp.
The one thing I need
is to walk away,
to forget your face,
to seize the day.

Don't be afraid of falling, or of someone falling on you.
The sky is bright enough to get you through.
Live baby, live it up, drink it down, and never turn around to face the past, its gone, it won't last.
Find it in a moment, that place to feel alive, and nothing else will matter, you'll survive.
Let go, don't worry, and let things get a little ( Read more... )

C'mon baby hold me ( Read more... )

The first thing I want to do is kiss your lips... hard.. until I can't breathe at all, or hear a sound. And the screams at night are silent while you sleep.. so I close my eyes and forget you until the sun comes up and I disappear. The life and death of everyone's favorite mistake. Remembering is half the illusion. Forgetting is survival.

Fuck you. In every way fuck you. I can only wait so long. Fucking grow up and fuck off.

YOU'RE A FUCKING FAILURE. p.s. I'll always be better than you.

I cannot stand to live in this stand still. I'm not going to ever find the laughter I used to know. I feel like any color is wrong.. Every color is so wrong.. even green is wrong, blue is a mistake, brown too far from mine. I don't know where to look except in the mirror. I am nothing and it isn't working with anything else. I JUST WANT TO GO BACK ( Read more... )

The real question is.. when and how do I STOP fucking up?

My life fell apart. I thought it was forever and I'm still not sure it isn't. I don't know, but I wrote poetry a few nights before. And when I read it, it feels like I wrote it after, and that makes me think it was the right thing to do. I miss him. I love him. But I don't think now is the time for that anymore. We are the best of friends. And ( Read more... )

I hate reading journals/ seeing people from my past hearing their bullshit. Especially when they are like, "wow, everyone is so childish/fucked up.. why won't they grow up?" ect. Then you hear things about then or KNOW things about them already and it's like.. you are just as lost and fucked up and a fucking stupid childish asshole, just like the ( Read more... )