i honestly don't know
I kept on dancing with the flame Generally I thought I was sane He was generally the opposite I was chasing my own tail Wondering when this would end but hoping it wouldn't So I got too close And...
i like him but i don't know him i love him but i don't like him i can't and i don't want to but i love him it's a complicated type of love the type of love that is twisted and unforgettable the like...
no motivation pure mischief slightly mysterious but not by choice.
Is consumed of candy and feeding off of kisses. Relying on chocolates taped to paper greetings. To you, from me. Although I don't really mean it. It's too elementary of me. Too cool.
this post is gonna be kinda inspired/related to one of mckinley's posts and it's that when you think of love, what pops into your head is generally romance.
the sixth grade boys in my school currently are way different than when i was in sixth grade. firstly, i talked to this boy, josef, on friday.
I'm so restricted Guarded and protected But maybe protection Isn't always what it seems Feeling so unsafe.
And it occurred to me then Numbness cures it all Piercing your ears Feels like nothing Watching you go Feels like nothing I wanted so badly For you to stay But nothing's the feeling You gave away.
I don't know what led me to him But it had to be something We exchanged words And words Of nonsense Was I wasting time, Chasing this guy.
I sang happy birthday to a guy I envied. I realised I had met a punk who flipped off the camera. I sat next to him and disgusted him with my burp. I had this guy hanging off the cliff.
That pinging. stinging. ringing. anxious. anticipation. of waiting. Your mind. wants him. to answer. Your head. knows to. hang up. When he. mouths out. "Hello?". Suddenly. Sudden heart. beat s.
she's jealous. because this is her second chance. and her first one was ruined. by a girl who was the opposite of me. she's jealous. because she won't let her guard down.
her walls are a blank canvas so she decides to rummage around looking for memories to hang up artwork to master and display.
what do all these people mean. the ones that left. without speaking up. was i that annoying. was i that pushy. something about me made you like me. something about me made you go away. and slowly.
that dumb old pit feeling. you like it though. you don't wanna get rid of it. those dumb old feelings aren't really dumb. you still like them. and you still catch yourself thinking about dumb old him.
it's okay to shed some give up some try some im gonna watch and sit back kick up my feet let it punch me in the face and enjoy it regret me not forget me not im gonna stand up for it.
you stare and people think you like him you hug him and people think you like him you talk to him and people think you like him he's a guy he's a friend you never can please anyone.
i don't like the way i sit i don't like the way i stand i don't like the way i look proudly flawed but not really.
Nobody knows who he is. Yet he's well liked. And his name gets floated around the hallways. You've got cooing girls. And his perverted friends. He eyes one or two targets.
mom bitches too busy complaining whining getting her way dads always taking her side so now i get to hear all of his speech my eyes are straining and burning and i don't know where to look i don't...
it's sarcasm yet i play along i play along to have some fun having fun is better than none is it leading me on. am i leading you on?.
we conversed today. highlight of my day. maybe it's your presence. your lack of elegance. slipping out one of those words you know the little kids will tell on you for.
yeah, I understand. no one fights for me. paper thin bland. everyone's got their own matters. and other things to care for and attend to. push me aside. feelings abide. it doesn't bother me.
this is the same issue that gets brought up time after time rhyme after rhyme complaint after complaint argument after argument.
letting myself shiver. to death. or something near that. the bitter tenseness. nips at me. hoping ill break. hoping ill crack. like icicles. pointy like scissors. with tips that numb your fingers.
Sometimes you have to hurt yourself because you feel pain therefore you put yourself in the place of it.
fresh off the pavement we were sitting with our minds set not yet fully loaded but enough so that our dreams would be read quick through the darkness we were swimming in abstinence wondering which...
you can't blame me for feeling this way and you can't overexpose it we don't have the slightest clue on how to communicate you basically hate me dislike me whichever way you wanna put it the last...
simple does not even have a clear meaning anymore. some things are better to be written than typed..
see. that's what they tell ya about the Internet let me in and find you out some personal information gets spread out you're a male.
is it a long distance relationship. the long distance part, yes, but the relationship part, you've got to be kidding me.
ice skating. joyous. cold. but then you get warm. blistered feet. twisted ankles. get a grip onto people who you've never even talked to. someone falls. hard. tempted to laugh. tempted to help them.
school what a waste it's not like im gonna let my life go to waste anyways is that really what teachers think.
you're such a goof. you're practically the definition of perfection. in the male version. you're the best at anything, really. sometimes your cockiness shows. but somehow.
i look up and there you are ray of sunshine beaming smile across your face sickening you force me to fall into your arms i get it you're trying to be affectionate and friendly but tell me...
why is it that i only know you through text i know who you are behind an electronic gadget you can tell me anything you want only if it isn't in person it doesn't make sense life doesn't make...
you know, I've always been an avid hater among love at first sight.
I'm not jealous. I say. My feelings are over and done with. My feelings are tattered and torn. Basically. I learned how to stop caring. Not to stop caring completely. Well you know what I mean.
all I did was break and end it's not the most fun thing to do backfired right in front of my face and you stared like we didn't even mean a thing I still care for you this is not revenge the only...
you say you love someone. and you know it, they know it. even if you hadn't told them, they know because they can feel it, you can feel it. you're so in love with the thought of them.
when you're dating someone, that doesn't mean you love them. you guys just started this whole process of dating. you don't even fully understand it.
well I guess the road of me caring ends for now. I mean there's still light at the end of the tunnel meaning I still care. but, the way you lied to me like that, why should I still listen to you.
him: just try to explain how you feel. me: how. him: just try. me: um ok. so basically this is the second time you're telling me you 'might' move. the first time you told me this I cried.
you're tough & you show it. who sees your sensitive side. you're tough & you know it. is the suspense gonna eat you alive. you're tough & you show it. as long as I pretend you don't mind.
you say you understand, yet you don't do anything to prove it. yet you don't do anything to fix the problem. yet you leave this undone, like your shoelaces. what if you trip. will I catch you.
I told you I don't wanna seem pushy Maybe pushy doesn't sound right to you But that's how I feel And you misinterpret this feeling You shake me up You tear me down You can't even speak.
remember when it was Casey and Bella. not Casey & Destiny or Casey & Hannah, Casey & Bella. the Sid & Nancy like couple who thought they were doing good when actually they weren't.
blue, do you know where you stand, alone, in a crowded room. red hair is for her boldness, her "we can do it!" pledge. passive aggressive red hair. rage, and repetitive redness thrown into the air.
look at her jeans and all the rips and holes in them, do you think she asked for that. no, time did that to her jeans.
apparently the word stop is some sort of ludicrous translation to go, because obviously not enough people know how to listen.
this happens all the time she runs through the night haphazardly no one knows how to make her feel vibrant waiting for a sign of radiance, distance impatiently my feelings for you are forward you...
She is losing it She wants to find some way to let out the anger she has bottled up Her feelings are ready to implode What can she do.
Compliments are nice. That doesn't mean I like getting them. I do. But I don't need to get them repeatedly and all the time. On the outside I get all tense and awkward. And I just stand there.
I have To hide Any sort of evidence My bed My territory The only place where Feelings are spilt, tears are stained. Privacy seems to be limited How many people are left. Left to trust.
i was the leader of this relationship, even though i didn't say much. my boyfriend thought things were going smooth and well and he couldn't see how i felt.
you know what. i listen to you better than anyone else ever would. you even admitted it.
she let her bangs fall in her face, just enough so one eye was still capable. she was sitting in the corner like a loser being lonely, bored, hot, stuffed, & jealous.
I keep a careful eye, I examine how you treat her, I examine how she treats you, Mostly it's a consistency of inappropriate laughter and hollers, and you admire her act of playing dumb, Whatever...
What if things were different. And I hadn't had made that choice. How long would we last, how long would this whole thing last. Would we do anything.
contrast. your lightening blue eyes and my useless brown eyes make one great pair that no one notices. black hair, white hair braided together, looking like a zig zag walking down the street.
she's shriveled up. and her nose feels like icicles. her eyebrows are stiff. her eyes can barely operate. her mouth functions by letting out steam. but the hot cocoa doesn't seem to have flavor.
ridiculous. is what you are. a vague synonym for fake. you're always pretending and fake smiling. and the drama attitude just won't make it. you crave every piece of attention thrown at you.
she throws the red lipstick all over her plump lips. uses a tissue and her finger for assistance. slams the lipstick back into her pouch. for the night she is red lipstick. red. bold. fierce.
and for the past few days you've been ignoring me. and for the past few days out of nowhere you've been ignoring me.
stressed out. freaking out, breaking out. don't know what to do. impulse. tears come down anyways. you didn't want this, your mind, brain and heart are all trying to string things back together.
I can only take you seriously when you actually mean it. Inserting bad words really doesn't help unless you say it to my face.
Low pitched screams and high pitched whispers. Socks on your hands and gloves on your toes. Soda for breakfast and orange juice for dinner.
"just another contact in your phone"... the only reason why you texted me was because, you were bored. bored. nothing else to do. nothing better to do. oh hey, let me look through my address book.
Do you know what it's like to feel pain. It's more than a bee sting, more than a scraped knee. Do you know what it's like to be left all alone, to just not wanna feel.
I drown in your sleeves, no one suspects a thing I panic in the ocean, and you bring me down I gaze into your eyes, there's no sign of help.
once you look at someone for the first time, it's either a revolting glare or a carefree smile. then as the months pass by, you see things and hear things.
as bad as it sounds, whenever you text me or message me or interact with me in any way, my heartbeat stops beating its normal beat. why is it that you make me get all jittery inside.
Put down the sharp object, Is this really what you want, really what you want. All these tears you're producing, and wasting, How do I know they aren't fake.
I hate the thought of you. I hate caring. At the same time I admire the feeling. I do. But I can't keep up with your twisted mind. My brain hasnt reached its satisfactory level yet..
the guitar riffs mean nothing-. they pass right through me-. trying to echo the past-. the screams are haunting-. yet I don't feel a thing-. it's always too late-. the suspense doesn't really matter-.
I thought you deserved better. She's clueless. If only you knew. How I feel so vulnerable and needy. Your collarbones. Cold and fragile. And the sweaters leave me hanging. Zip it up. Zip it down.
I like my hair, I love my smile, I love my dimple, I like my lips, I like my height, I like being petite sized, (wait didn't I just say the same thing.
The orientation/potluck for school is in 3 days and I'm so excited cause I get to see my friends. Im actually gonna try and think more positively this year, I dunno.
just shut up. shut up and leave me alone. leave me alone and don't speak. don't speak and stay silent. stay silent and go. go and pack your bags. pack your bags and zip your lips.
She's so popular, how would I ever get to know a girl like her. We talk, and it's amazing. She's mesmerizing. She's great. Sarcasm is such a necessary tone involved in our conversations.
She was new, I was new. All it took was one glance. One glance that could see through all the similarities. Hooray, I thought. I remembered finding her one day. I read her.
I like someone else. And that's my secret. It always was. And I couldnt take it anymore. I kept feeding you rejection. So I decided to end it. And that was that. Goodbye.. Let the ignorance begin.
We thought we knew each other. We thought we could understand. We thought we would work out. We thought. You thought everything was fine. I thought everything was too much.
A piece of paper was hidden in my backpack. Open me. Be my girlfriend. Man, of course I wanted to.
Valentines day, love, mushy gushy crap along those lines. I didn't fall for you again because of that. Overthinking was what lead me to my senses.
So I hear the suspense was killing you, and me. I had a death of my own, falling in like. Love had a long way to go, even if I did say it to you. I just made myself sound tragically cliche. Words.
I don't understand you. Then again, I don't understand a lot of things. It's not like understanding math, though. Those are two different things.
What if she wants to cover up. Maybe she has something to hide, Underneath it all there is a story to tell. What if she wants to expose herself.
She's too busy in her own mind thinking about a boy who could care less about her. She's too busy gathering up a bunch of feelings that should've been over with months ago.
you never really changed did you.
He smokes weed as if it's something he's done before It runs in his family blood; they've all done drugs therefore he's gonna continue that tradition I just hope he leads his life in the right...
have you ever had a guy come up to you, hug you and converse with you for a while, then right when he's about to go, he leans in and whispers in your ear, "I love you.".
And she almost had him And she finally caught him And she finally owned him And she finally had property of him And she finally belonged to him And they were together officially And she was oh so...
ive had to pretend i didnt care no matter how much it hurt ive had to give you advice about girls when i didnt even want you guys to go out ive had to listen to you whine complain and ive had to deal...
I'm either worthless or priceless and right now I'm feeling totally on the worthless side, just because you've been leading me on. You can't do that to a girl and then hope they won't find out.
I can't act the same ever with you again. I can't be 100% myself around you. I can't hug you whenever I want to. You're not rightfully mine. You were mine. I miss that. I will admit it.
Stomach feeling empty; like a bottomless pit. Head feeling dizzy; like workers hammering and banging on my brain.
"I'm a wreck and I know it and I tend to show it every chance that I get." You asked her out. She said no because she's not allowed to date. When secretly, she wanted to say yes. Bravo. Bravo.
Currently, I can't wrap my head around the situation due to its surroundings. Too many distractions, how do I know which way to go. Get lost or get it together. Everything has opposites.
They always tell you to express your feelings, be yourself. Let me tell you something.