Teenage Angst.Im sorry.Im sorry for the way Ive been acting lately, Im well aware I havent been acting the same as I did a few years ago. Im sorry for my mood swings. Im sorry for screaming profanities at the top of my lungs, crying myself to sleep and the hours of giggling. Really, Im sorry.Im sorry for the other night. Remember? You picked me up from a gutter at three in the morning. I could barely stand, and all my words were slurred. I yelled as you lifted me into the car, I clawed for my friends. You were patient and calm, even though Id drank more than you ever have.Im sorry for
Give me your forever.I bottled up my forever in a little purple box with white lace. I placed it under my bed, in the corner by my wall. I promised myself I would never move it. I would never get down on hands and knees and drag it out. I would never dust it off and watch the sparkling debris fall to the ground. I would never remove the string with haste, throwing my forever at anyone who asked for it. The lid would never come off, and my forever would never be exposed. This was the safest thing for me. I guess that when I planned this, I wasnt the same person. I was selfish and didnt want to lose my forever, I didnt want it broken, torn, and
Ana's addict.In my head, I want Ana dead. Ive tried everything to make her go away. Ive pleaded until tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, pooling beside me on my pillow. Ive yelled and screamed and thrown things. I ran away once, yet she followed me there. Even as I huddled in the darkness, hidden under blankets, curled around my bony knees, Ana, you found me. I even bled to make you go away. No matter what happens, I know one things guaranteed. As long as youre here, Im not.In my head, I know I need you..In my head, this flesh seems thicker. My body aches and my bones protest under your weight, Ana. I can
Hands down.He grabs her hand, so much smaller than his own, and leads her out of his old, rusty blue car. She smiles, letting him know that everything is okay. On the inside, her heart races a million miles a minute. Where is he taking her? He cant wipe that goofy, crooked smile off of his face and its confusing her. They drove for what seemed like hours [although she didnt mind] to a vacant field where grass grew as tall as her waist, yellow daisies were sprinkled here and there. The sky was afire above them, a plethora of cloud soon to be covered with stars.She pushed her long, flyaway hair behind her ears and ran as he pulled her
I'm not over you.Hes so close, and yet so far. He means everything to me. I watch out for him with everything I have. Hes so perfect, so near, so unattainable. Hes real, here beside me. And now hes gone, oh so far away, a blur, a dream, everything but also nothing at all. Hes silent and still, hes loud and ridiculous. Hes perfection and clumsiness rolled into one mass of elongated limbs and fumbling hands. Hes messy brown hair and dark hazel eyes. Hes soft skin and long fingers; hes mumbled worlds and bellowing laughs. Hes always on my mind. Always.They whisper about us, we hear them, yet we&
It's warmer in the basement.Dont cry baby, please dont utter a single word. Dont cringe and shy away from my hand, Im only trying to wipe the mascara dripping down your tear-stained cheek. Dont flinch at these ropes, these chains, these manacles; theyre only here so that youre always close to me, Im not holding you prisoner, cant you see? I love you, and I know that soon, you will love me too.Hush; stop your retched hoarse screams. Youre tearing your throat open, cant you taste the blood? Shush, the neighbours cant hear you, love. Your shrieks are drowned out by brick and cement because your
My never.My never sits on a wooden shelf in the corner of my room; the highest shelf on my daisy-coloured wall. He smiles at me behind his glass-covered prison, watching my every move. Dust falls like dead leaves onto his face, sparkling in the late-afternoon sun filtering in through my little window. I sit, watching him, although he doesnt move, he doesnt even breathe.My never has his arm slung loosely around my hip, his fingers dancing lightly across my flesh, his eyes focused on mine. People walked around us, blurred in this one particular shot. And for those brief moments while the camera flashed, my never held me close. Closer than