April 2012
49 posts
I get to play with this charming lady with my...
It's true what they say
When you’re happy you have no creativity.
Someone throw bricks are my shins so I can continue writing.
You told me that I was beautiful, after admitting to you what is one of my most apparent insecurities…you still found the words to make me believe I’m not what I see in myself everyday.
This is our youth and I can’t help but feel like I’ve aged. This is me, you, and us.
To others I may come off as a silly little girl who has fallen flat on her face, head over hills in lust.
But even I know better.
I can’t help but sigh in happiness when I see your face. Knowing that I inflicted some kind of significance in your life brings me to disbelief.
Perhaps...
I thought I’ve grasped what I feel now in the past. It may be naive or silly of me to think such thoughts but if I deny it even more I know I’ll grow crazy. It’s even more conflicting when I have to keep it bottled up inside. Is time really a factor? Are days, months, or even years really matter at this point?
I do the things I do and want the things I want because it’s my...
