Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Isnt it sad when you get

hurt so much

that you can finally 



say

Im used

to it.
 
Haha, oh no it's cool.
  it's not like I have feelings or anything
I hope you choke
on the lies that leave
your mouth, while I

choke on the tears
            i'll be okay one day,
just not today.


Pencil: I'm really sorry.

Eraser: For what?

Pencil: I'm sorry that you get hurt because

of me. Whenever I make a mistake you're

there to correct it. But as you make my

mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself.

You get smaller and smaller each time.


Eraser: That's true, but I don't mind. You

see, I was made to do this. I was made

to help you when you do something wrong.

Even though, one of these days, I'll be gone

and you'll have to replace me with a new

one, I'm happy that I get to do this for you.

And honestly, many would be happy to do

this for you. You just need to find the right

eraser.


 

I like it when you smile,
but i love when i'm the reason.
just because don't start
the conversation, doesn't mean i'm not dying to speak to you

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

WE'RE ALL IN THE SAME GAME,
JUST    
DIFFERENT   LEVELS.  DEALING WITH THE SAME HELL,
JUST  
DIFFERENT  DEVILS

My boyfriend is like a trampoline. . .

I DON'T HAVE A TRAMPOLINE.
I  hate  those moments
right before you go to sleep,
when you are forced to think about all the things
you tried so hard 
t o f o rge t