

confrontation.i. the gentle rattling of the fans and the steady breath of the girl sitting beside me and the pitter patter tinny sound of rain on the roof and the way my heart beat hard because i can once again feel your eyes on my face and i wonder if you do this on purpose. the brightness of the highlighted excerpt made the idea of a dystopia so much happier, like the smile that occasionally crosses your face makes you look so much more pleasant.confrontation.
the scratching of pens against paper and the entire eighth grade outside our window chatting merrily about who knows what, and the gentle occasi


impossible. almost.i. if you had told me five years ago, when i first laid my eyes upon your confident, sometimes arrongant face, that i would stay up all night wondering, where the similarities between us ended, i would have told you that it was impossible and to please stay out of my life. because five years ago, you were much the same as you are now, just a little less hesitant and a little more yourself. and i was completely different, lightyears behind.impossible. almost.
just, now i've grown up a little and you've hidden away a little and now what do we have? we have a me who is herself almost, and we


cape.i. you are wearing a cape, a disguise, you're hiding yourself away because you are scared. scared, just like me, but you aren't quite, not quite so brave as i am. i respect that, because my bravery is on the verge ofcape.
insanity, insanity and stupidity.
because i am stupid and you are so clever. i wish i was you. or at least good enough to look your way.
ii. i feel the familiar blue burning in the side of my peripheral vision. my heart heats up in my chest, my pulse quickening and i haven't met your eyes yet. my cheeks flush a bright pink, contrasting the whit


untitled.i. i wasn't expecting you, in any way. i didn't expect to find myself wanting to know anything about you, but i do, but i don't, but i do, but we're both so the same. and you know it, too.untitled.
i'm a little upset that you knew how it was
never going to work, but i understand, because i would have let me live it out for myself, too. i understand why you gave me that urgent look, now.
you were always willing me to realise that what i was doing was wrong, and that you were so
right. because we think alike. because you know what i'm thinking and how i'm going to reply to
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