Hello. Hi. How are you? I’m fine. I miss you, ya’know? Sorry. I know you hate it when I say that. It’s true, though. I know it’s not my fault you left, but…sometimes it feels like it. Like, maybe, if I asked you to stay, if I tried harder to be there for you, you would have stayed. I know I’m being stupid, but that’s just how I feel.
Oh yeah! These are for you. Daisies. Your favorite. I know it’s not much, but I figured they might make you feel better. I know they probably won’t, but I just thought I’d try. I’m sorry I’m tearing up like this; I’m just a big stupid
I’m scared no one will like what I have to say,
I’m scared I’ll never get to go back to college,
I’m scared I’ll never fall in love again,
I’m scared that if I do fall in love again, they won’t love me back,
I’m scared my parent’s divorce is tearing me and my sisters apart,
I’m scared that my best friend has replaced me,
I’m scared I’ll never be able to live on my own,
I’m scared I’m too independent,
I’m scared I’m not independent enough,
I’m scared I care too much about what other people think,
I’m scared that I worry too much about pl
I look down at my hands,
I notice how callused they are,
I notice the scar that runs across my thumb,
I notice the way my fingernail polish is chipping,
I notice how short my nails are,
I notice how big my fingers are,
Not girly at all.
And I can't help but wonder
Is this why you won't hold my hand anymore?
You've ripped my heart out with those cold, hard talons you call fingers,
It's still beating when you fashion it to a chain to clasp around your neck like a trophy,
As you walk away from me, you smear my blood along the walls,
Painting pictures of blood red waves, cresting and breaking on the blue wallpaper,
You turn back to me, smile, and, with one long finger, beckon me to follow you,
And without another thought, I do.
Late at night,
When I can't sleep,
And my eyes are watering,
With unshed tears,
I think of you,
And I hope,
Wherever you are,
You are thinking of me too,
And you know,
This is all your fault.
Hello. Hi. How are you? I’m fine. I miss you, ya’know? Sorry. I know you hate it when I say that. It’s true, though. I know it’s not my fault you left, but…sometimes it feels like it. Like, maybe, if I asked you to stay, if I tried harder to be there for you, you would have stayed. I know I’m being stupid, but that’s just how I feel.
Oh yeah! These are for you. Daisies. Your favorite. I know it’s not much, but I figured they might make you feel better. I know they probably won’t, but I just thought I’d try. I’m sorry I’m tearing up like this; I’m just a big stupid
I’m scared no one will like what I have to say,
I’m scared I’ll never get to go back to college,
I’m scared I’ll never fall in love again,
I’m scared that if I do fall in love again, they won’t love me back,
I’m scared my parent’s divorce is tearing me and my sisters apart,
I’m scared that my best friend has replaced me,
I’m scared I’ll never be able to live on my own,
I’m scared I’m too independent,
I’m scared I’m not independent enough,
I’m scared I care too much about what other people think,
I’m scared that I worry too much about pl
I look down at my hands,
I notice how callused they are,
I notice the scar that runs across my thumb,
I notice the way my fingernail polish is chipping,
I notice how short my nails are,
I notice how big my fingers are,
Not girly at all.
And I can't help but wonder
Is this why you won't hold my hand anymore?
You've ripped my heart out with those cold, hard talons you call fingers,
It's still beating when you fashion it to a chain to clasp around your neck like a trophy,
As you walk away from me, you smear my blood along the walls,
Painting pictures of blood red waves, cresting and breaking on the blue wallpaper,
You turn back to me, smile, and, with one long finger, beckon me to follow you,
And without another thought, I do.
Late at night,
When I can't sleep,
And my eyes are watering,
With unshed tears,
I think of you,
And I hope,
Wherever you are,
You are thinking of me too,
And you know,
This is all your fault.
I miss the feeling,
Of your hand in mine,
Not a care in the world,
Our fingers intertwined.
I miss the feeling,
Of your arm around me,
As I looked into your eyes,
Like I was lost in their sea.
I miss the feeling,
Of your kiss on my lips,
The way your hands curled,
So gently on my hips.
I miss the feeling,
Of my head on your shoulder,
While you held me tight,
As the weather got colder.
I miss the feeling,
Of you being here,
Wishing you could wipe away,
All of my tears.
Sorry I haven't been on in awhile guys. I've just been really busy cuz I recently got a job and its taking up most of my time. But I got to see Rise of the Guardians!!!! It was amazing. I mean the animation was so spectacular I could hardly believe it. It totally made me want to go read the books the movie is based on. Even if they are for little kids. >.> Oh and Pitch Black was like a super sexy villain. Idk why I always like the bad guys in movies. It probably helps that he has Jude Law's voice though. So smarmy and British and sexy. Oh and Jack Frost was super sexy too. lol Anyway, you guys should totally go see it. I'm thinking about seei
Soooooo it's not letting me change my title for this. :/ Welp I'm working on new stuff. New poetry and even some prose. I'll hopefully be posting it soon. Also catching up on Dexter and working on watching some horror movies and reading some scary books for the lovely month of October. Any suggestion would be nice. :)
Oooooooooooooooooo I just went to see Frankenweenie Friday night. I really liked it. It reminded me of some of Tim Burton's older stuff. :)
Sooooo... I really want to get back into reading comics. I've been really busy and I feel like I'm neglecting them. lol I wanted to ask you guys if you had any suggestions for any comic series or individual comics for me to read. Thanks in advance. :glomp: