A young girl walks alone,
the way she likes it.
Truthfully, she's never alone.
She's just lost in her mind.
A mind filled with troubled thoughts,
Traumatic memories,
Uncertainty,
And maybe hope.
But the others drown hope,
Attempting to kill it off completely.
She looks down to her legs,
Revealing dark red marks,
Linear patterns,
That hold proof to this murder, this act.
She's uncertain where this will lead,
As she is always uncertain.
And she breathes out sharply,
As her troubled thoughts
murder hope again.
I always wonder what it would be like if I lived inside one of the beautiful, lively looking houses with the gorgeous driveway and big windows.
Would things be different?
Those houses look like they hold happy families, with four people, not divorced, deceased parents.
Depressed kids. No yelling. Crying during fights. No wishing you weren't there.
They look like families with athletes for kids and PTA parents. Two car garages, big Christmas trees, basketball hoops. Football every Sunday, no mistakes, easy popularity.
Those are the keys to their happiness. Instead of dreary windows, curtains shut tightly, lights on in the middle of the ni
Your lips find mine and it's like a fire is inside of me.
I've never wanted you like I want you right now.
My fingers are in your hair, on your neck, down your back as your mouth makes a fiery trail.
My breath catches, you keep going and you're pressing me against you.
I've never wanted you like I want you right now.
I never thought that electricity could be produced between two people. But when your fingers touched mine, there was a zap and now my tummy is in knots. All thanks to you.
So many sleepless nights where you've stayed up and put yourself back together. So many times that you've cried for people who don't deserve you. So many times that you thought I couldn't hear you in the shower, but your sobs were loud and clear. So many marks on your hips that I might have caused, that went away over night but you could still feel. So many songs that you'd listen to on repeat and stare at the dark grey cold outside.
So many times I'd try to open up to you, but I know how trapped you are inside your own mind. So many visits to that doctor who is supposed to fix you, but you'd always break again. So many things you tried to p
I know there's a chance you still have these feelings for me. I want to dig deep down and find them and embrace them. But I'm always sent spiraling when I see some other girl mention your name, to know you talk to other girls the way you talk to me.
I'm scared to death of falling for your sweet smile and then never being caught in time. I'm all confident on the outside, but inside, the realization you may not feel for me tears me apart. I want to cry, scream, throw things because I vowed for this to never happen again.
I never want to give someone everything and then watch them throw it away in front of my eyes. I never want to be broken ap
It's no longer there. I can feel the emptiness inside of me, but not the bad kind of empty. It almost feels like an accomplishment.
That numb, dull, aching feeling that lived just left of my heart has become weak, and barely a pain at all. And now, when I hear that beautiful melody that carried me along, I no longer cry because I'm sad; I cry because I know I have grown stronger, that I've overcome the hardest part of my life. It's over, or nearly so.
I am at the horizon, I can see the sun.
I did not give in.
I will be ok.
Summer is..
Driving with the windows down. Blasting music and singing along. Sneaking out. The sound of flip flops on pavement and waves crashing. Swimming. Taking too many pictures with the peace sign. Hanging out with your best friend 24/7. Bright colored nail polish. Flings. Lemonade stands. Seaside food shops. Jumping the cliffs.
Bare feet. Tennis at the school courts. Driving around with no where to go. Bike riding. Aviator shades. Running through the sprinkler in the backyard. Lawn mowing. Concert festivals. Cool showers. Skateboarding in the middle of the road. Packing away your cold weather clothes. All night phone calls. Ocean kiss
it's just lovely, isn't it? by howyouchangeme, literature
Literature
it's just lovely, isn't it?
You can read all the heartfelt things he wrote to you, swoon, remember all the things that made your heart race. Theres always that voice in the back of your head, though, screaming out.
"You don't cry over him anymore!"
So if it does happen, you force yourself to stop, remembering how he walked away by choice, how you don't mean anything to him anymore.
"Don't you dare be sad because of him."
So you don't, breathing deeply and you think of something else. Sometimes you wish that voice would go away, but then you remember;
it's keeping you sane.
No one can see inside my head, the things I come up with. I make deals with God like this time, it might mean something.
Like how, if you came home, I'd clean your truck of the things that make you sad.
I'll listen to Johnny Cash with you for hours on end, if that's what you want.
I'll help you, so you're not sick and you won't go away.
I'll stop taking you for granted and I'll tell you I love you everyday.
I want to tell God that I'd trade my whole life for you to be here. But, you see, he doesn't listen because he took you away from me.
I need you here.
A young girl walks alone,
the way she likes it.
Truthfully, she's never alone.
She's just lost in her mind.
A mind filled with troubled thoughts,
Traumatic memories,
Uncertainty,
And maybe hope.
But the others drown hope,
Attempting to kill it off completely.
She looks down to her legs,
Revealing dark red marks,
Linear patterns,
That hold proof to this murder, this act.
She's uncertain where this will lead,
As she is always uncertain.
And she breathes out sharply,
As her troubled thoughts
murder hope again.
I always wonder what it would be like if I lived inside one of the beautiful, lively looking houses with the gorgeous driveway and big windows.
Would things be different?
Those houses look like they hold happy families, with four people, not divorced, deceased parents.
Depressed kids. No yelling. Crying during fights. No wishing you weren't there.
They look like families with athletes for kids and PTA parents. Two car garages, big Christmas trees, basketball hoops. Football every Sunday, no mistakes, easy popularity.
Those are the keys to their happiness. Instead of dreary windows, curtains shut tightly, lights on in the middle of the ni
Your lips find mine and it's like a fire is inside of me.
I've never wanted you like I want you right now.
My fingers are in your hair, on your neck, down your back as your mouth makes a fiery trail.
My breath catches, you keep going and you're pressing me against you.
I've never wanted you like I want you right now.
I never thought that electricity could be produced between two people. But when your fingers touched mine, there was a zap and now my tummy is in knots. All thanks to you.
So many sleepless nights where you've stayed up and put yourself back together. So many times that you've cried for people who don't deserve you. So many times that you thought I couldn't hear you in the shower, but your sobs were loud and clear. So many marks on your hips that I might have caused, that went away over night but you could still feel. So many songs that you'd listen to on repeat and stare at the dark grey cold outside.
So many times I'd try to open up to you, but I know how trapped you are inside your own mind. So many visits to that doctor who is supposed to fix you, but you'd always break again. So many things you tried to p
I know there's a chance you still have these feelings for me. I want to dig deep down and find them and embrace them. But I'm always sent spiraling when I see some other girl mention your name, to know you talk to other girls the way you talk to me.
I'm scared to death of falling for your sweet smile and then never being caught in time. I'm all confident on the outside, but inside, the realization you may not feel for me tears me apart. I want to cry, scream, throw things because I vowed for this to never happen again.
I never want to give someone everything and then watch them throw it away in front of my eyes. I never want to be broken ap
It's no longer there. I can feel the emptiness inside of me, but not the bad kind of empty. It almost feels like an accomplishment.
That numb, dull, aching feeling that lived just left of my heart has become weak, and barely a pain at all. And now, when I hear that beautiful melody that carried me along, I no longer cry because I'm sad; I cry because I know I have grown stronger, that I've overcome the hardest part of my life. It's over, or nearly so.
I am at the horizon, I can see the sun.
I did not give in.
I will be ok.
Summer is..
Driving with the windows down. Blasting music and singing along. Sneaking out. The sound of flip flops on pavement and waves crashing. Swimming. Taking too many pictures with the peace sign. Hanging out with your best friend 24/7. Bright colored nail polish. Flings. Lemonade stands. Seaside food shops. Jumping the cliffs.
Bare feet. Tennis at the school courts. Driving around with no where to go. Bike riding. Aviator shades. Running through the sprinkler in the backyard. Lawn mowing. Concert festivals. Cool showers. Skateboarding in the middle of the road. Packing away your cold weather clothes. All night phone calls. Ocean kiss
it's just lovely, isn't it? by howyouchangeme, literature
Literature
it's just lovely, isn't it?
You can read all the heartfelt things he wrote to you, swoon, remember all the things that made your heart race. Theres always that voice in the back of your head, though, screaming out.
"You don't cry over him anymore!"
So if it does happen, you force yourself to stop, remembering how he walked away by choice, how you don't mean anything to him anymore.
"Don't you dare be sad because of him."
So you don't, breathing deeply and you think of something else. Sometimes you wish that voice would go away, but then you remember;
it's keeping you sane.
No one can see inside my head, the things I come up with. I make deals with God like this time, it might mean something.
Like how, if you came home, I'd clean your truck of the things that make you sad.
I'll listen to Johnny Cash with you for hours on end, if that's what you want.
I'll help you, so you're not sick and you won't go away.
I'll stop taking you for granted and I'll tell you I love you everyday.
I want to tell God that I'd trade my whole life for you to be here. But, you see, he doesn't listen because he took you away from me.
I need you here.