I'm nothing more than a fifteen year old writer, actress, painter and musician. I live under a rock called Oklahoma, where I attend high school as a Freshman. I applaud you of you are reading this in a funny accent. Now here's the fun stuff, follow me on instagram @attackattack_ (that username changes a lot) or twitter @AJaayToRemember (that one never changes) to find out who I really am. Thank you all for reading!
There isn't a damned day that I don't think of you. I wish you hadn't imprinted so badly into my mind. I wish we hadn't ever kissed or hugged or even met. I'm lying.
"These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss consume." (Romeo and Juliet Act 2; Scene 5).
"That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet" (Romeo and Juliet, Act 2; Scene 2).
While everyone else is sleeping, I lie awake. I think about the past and the future. The present is dark and depressing, more so than the past. A broken heart, a lost love.
I'm staring at an empty page. Usually it would be flooded with ink, overflowing with metaphors and colorful words, but today it's blank. I'm pondering an empty canvas. The colors are all missing.
What do you do when the only person you really ever loved rejects you. What if you know you will never have a chance with them no matter what, because they're straight. It hurts like hell..
My tears hit the ground like raindrops as I think back to him and I. We were never together. Forced apart by age and my mother, although he seemed no older than I.
"The world will bleed its bloody tale, the people will throw their stones, one thing you must remember, you no longer walk alone".