They leave because obviously they know that it's true.
You're a bitch, horrible in every imaginable aspect, I mean
Look they didn't even want to be friends in the first place,
And I'm sure if you gave them the chance they'd be
Gone.
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Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Gone
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Tuesday, November 11, 2014
It's a terrable thing called love.
"That's what it was like today, i was super nervous at first, but after awhile it was just like 'hold her hand, kiss her cheek, tell her she's radiant, drink coffee, hold her hand, kiss her knuckles and tell her that everything is going to be alight' and everything was alright"~H.L.Baugus
Here is simple.
I'm listening to music she’s playing, through a tiny broken screen
There is a slight chill to the air, a spirit still fresh
Sandalwood smoke on my end. something sweet, like vanilla, on hers
Butterflies dancing in my belly from how much I've been here before.
How many times I've imagined this.
How many times I've had this memory before.
Almost like a heavy weight, my eyes begin to droop
I can’t wait to see her, to grab her hand and kiss her knuckles.
The ones she’s going to break my heart with I swear.
But id take it.
I'd take anything she'd give to me.
Happily
In love.
Monday, February 17, 2014
Fake Your Death.
Saying goodbye to old friends is hard.
And it's not made easier by the knowledge of how long you loved them.
They are gone now and you have millions of things to remember them by.
Your best friend,
All their music,
And the soundtrack pulsing through your head.
A piano riff, and the clap of hands to send them to Valhalla.
They were warriors for the broken.
Representatives of the misfits and lovers of the damned.
They told you to be yourself,
And you did.
You dyed your hair when you wanted to,
Laughed with your friends and lived the life.
No one had any hold on you because you could so easily replace reality
You kiss their corpse and cry.
This is is.
So long and thanks for the ride.
And it's not made easier by the knowledge of how long you loved them.
They are gone now and you have millions of things to remember them by.
Your best friend,
All their music,
And the soundtrack pulsing through your head.
A piano riff, and the clap of hands to send them to Valhalla.
They were warriors for the broken.
Representatives of the misfits and lovers of the damned.
They told you to be yourself,
And you did.
You dyed your hair when you wanted to,
Laughed with your friends and lived the life.
No one had any hold on you because you could so easily replace reality
You kiss their corpse and cry.
This is is.
So long and thanks for the ride.
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Wednesday, October 9, 2013
That's How I Wanna To Go.
You have skin that reminds me of a salted caramel mocha,
And eyes like milk fucking chocolate.
Yeah you make me swear.
You look amazing today and every single day.
Plus I'm ninety percent sure I've had a crush on you since freshmen year.
But what does it matter.
I'm not risking us being friends over the immortal need to kiss your fears away.
I hate to see you sad,
I want to take you in my arms and make you feel warm.
Let's go get a pizza,
And watch a movie?
I want to be with you,
Friends first, kisses later.
Just how do I go about telling you that?
That you smell much better then clean soap and rain.
You smell like nice perfume and earth and warmth.
You are so damn graceful and,
I just don't know how to not like you.
(Deeply inspired by Collar Full by Panic! at the Disco.)
And the thing is, this isn't the first time i've had these feelings.
I was going to ask you out before she did.
And then after to.
Bur I was so afraid of hurting someone,
Stepping on toes.
And now i'm too afraid of losing you.
But I could have sworn to god you looked at my lips,
If only for a second.
Gosh I hope you don't see this.
I can't risk losing you again.
And eyes like milk fucking chocolate.
Yeah you make me swear.
You look amazing today and every single day.
Plus I'm ninety percent sure I've had a crush on you since freshmen year.
But what does it matter.
I'm not risking us being friends over the immortal need to kiss your fears away.
I hate to see you sad,
I want to take you in my arms and make you feel warm.
Let's go get a pizza,
And watch a movie?
I want to be with you,
Friends first, kisses later.
Just how do I go about telling you that?
That you smell much better then clean soap and rain.
You smell like nice perfume and earth and warmth.
You are so damn graceful and,
I just don't know how to not like you.
(Deeply inspired by Collar Full by Panic! at the Disco.)
And the thing is, this isn't the first time i've had these feelings.
I was going to ask you out before she did.
And then after to.
Bur I was so afraid of hurting someone,
Stepping on toes.
And now i'm too afraid of losing you.
But I could have sworn to god you looked at my lips,
If only for a second.
Gosh I hope you don't see this.
I can't risk losing you again.
Saturday, September 28, 2013
The Way I Like You.
I don't like you in the
I like you in the,
Unless you're a coke,
Teenage love quote, kiss me now
Kind of way.
I like you in the,
Let's get a pizza
And talk about music and video games,
Kind of way.
Gosh I'm an idiot.
Sometimes I sit,
And look at your name
Hoping for it to speak too me.
Sometimes I just want to talk too you.
No romance, or flowery language.
Just you and me and a two lietter of pepsi.
Unless you're a coke,
Then I'll give you shit about that.
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Friday, September 27, 2013
Sad thoughts and second chances?
You guys are the greatest. And maybe that's the point. I get so stuck up in all the problems and fears that i forget that nothing is ever as bad as it seems. There will always be magic when I'm with you guys. It' serially funny. I may not have a home in a traditional sense, but when the hell am I traditional? I love you guys, in the cheesy semi romantic "hug me brother" kinda way.
You're perfect and you make me perfect too.
And I couldn't imagine life with out you by my side.
Through minors and majors and fuck ups and loves and ups and downs. That's a run on sentence but you get the idea.
Never in a million years did I think things were going to turn up like this,
Getting a yes, friends, lovely feelings of melancholy sadness mixed with joy.
Death and life all at the same time.
And it's all thanks too you.
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