don’t you think we would be fantastic together?
is this what you made us for?
sturdy enough to stand
weak enough to put down
are we some sort of game to you?
Inhale.
Green leaves as the only reminder that I’m allowed to breathe. I tried to tell you today. The miscommunication was unfortunately similar to the time I tried to tell my mother.
She thought I was pregnant.
She has a reputation of being a poor listener, (but then again so do you).
I assured her that if anyone is having that much fun it surely wasn’t me.
That was awhile ago, and let me tell you the virgin mary phase has surely passed.
That is besides the point.
I tried to tell you today.
Exhale.
No, Inhale.
Fun is the wrong word. I don’t understand the games we play. Perhaps it’s a connection I want to believe exists. Sometimes it’s just a free ride to guilt.
That is besides the point.
Exhale.
I’d want to tell you everything. Though it’s been proven that your naive inhales could never handle how much you’d have to take in. Do you remember the first time you smoked pot? The dry spliff between your fingers. The coughing a sign of your unsuccessful inhales. Something so foreign to you. Something I would never understand. I.
Exhale.
I am not perfect. The word itself makes me nauseous.
I want you to love me. I want you to love me so badly. But I’ve reached a stage in my life where I believe that no one could really feel that way. Not towards me anyway. Why would you?
Inhale.
Green leaves as the only reminder that I can breathe.
Exhale.
Why can’t you understand me.
Inhale
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Strange
It’s strange. We never really thought about the future. The passing of time made no difference to our existence. I knew that at 3:30 school was over, and at some point the streetlights lit up and I would have to go home. We played tag, and I would fall, and you would laugh, and that was it. We…
I wrote words that formed long predictable sentences telling me to love myself. I think I’ve lost it.
(Source: booksandburritos)
cash my dollars into euros, 12 days. Because they’re not talking to him and vice versa- but i’m getting picked up on friday. Because crying is getting old, and you’ll come back eventually. Because I killed it last week. Because i’m stuck here with 25 hours, 4 lists, 50 bucks that aren’t mine, and a korean moving into my bedroom September 3rd. Because moving isn’t as exciting as I assumed and i’ll just end up alone there too.
(Source: booksandburritos)
One house, 10 kids, too many drugs, 5 assholes, one traitor. She calls home and cries. My woman. He goes to work crying. Wakes up early, comes home late. They’re gone. They’re brain dead. They lay there and stare at her. Why are you so brutally honest, there’s nothing we can do. I’ve been gone too long. They can’t say a word, they don’t even remember.
(Source: booksandburritos)
What is confidence anyways? I can easily stand in front of a large group of people, but the moment something negative hits I curl back into myself. My personality wavers as if I don’t exist. Compliments have never felt more than hollow, yet I can go around dancing, screaming and shouting without feeling a thing.
(Source: booksandburritos)
Don’t you want to just throw yourself into everything you do? Drown in it?
(Source: booksandburritos)
11 months ago I jumped off a stage and fell into something I didn’t think was possible
(Source: booksandburritos)
