♥. somewhere, maybe you'll be thinking of me.
There is a soft feeling....................rushrushrushing.
Even though I hold myself...............out on a limb for
Others, I lose all sense of................self when I close
My eyes and just.............................think.
With my attempt to ignore................I can break free
From all social qualms when.............I'm loveloveloving
You. Then I try hard, quickly............,entirely,
To clasp together the sense..............of hollowness and
Passion. Lofty aftermaths.................leave me quite
Broken because I cannot..................stop thinking
About everything because I'm..........repeatrepeatrepeating
Over in my head like a.....................trailer to a large
Cinematic film in which.....................it seems most interesting
But then you waste...........................eight dollars and find out
That it is quite terrible.......................And while I do the same thing
With things I love, I try.....................saysaysaying sorry
because I am when I........................waster your money and then feel
Terrible. With the connecion..............between us though, I know
That even though I shout..................and yelled and then blame you
solely, I can feel us..........................grow stronger and wiser.
But still, while we.............................arearewere
Both sorry for something..................neither of us know about
And I can't help but sense................that you are leaving me
out on the truth...............................that someone gossiped about
and said wasn't...............................there.
Still I use my brain and....................knowknowknowing that
you are the liar here but.................I don't say anything because
The fragile bond is so.....................shattered that the shards
Of it are stuck into my heart...........that I will never forget
Thye agony of being alone..............without you in the world that
Is the harshest when you are..........alonealonealone
Even though I hold myself...............out on a limb for
Others, I lose all sense of................self when I close
My eyes and just.............................think.
With my attempt to ignore................I can break free
From all social qualms when.............I'm loveloveloving
You. Then I try hard, quickly............,entirely,
To clasp together the sense..............of hollowness and
Passion. Lofty aftermaths.................leave me quite
Broken because I cannot..................stop thinking
About everything because I'm..........repeatrepeatrepeating
Over in my head like a.....................trailer to a large
Cinematic film in which.....................it seems most interesting
But then you waste...........................eight dollars and find out
That it is quite terrible.......................And while I do the same thing
With things I love, I try.....................saysaysaying sorry
because I am when I........................waster your money and then feel
Terrible. With the connecion..............between us though, I know
That even though I shout..................and yelled and then blame you
solely, I can feel us..........................grow stronger and wiser.
But still, while we.............................arearewere
Both sorry for something..................neither of us know about
And I can't help but sense................that you are leaving me
out on the truth...............................that someone gossiped about
and said wasn't...............................there.
Still I use my brain and....................knowknowknowing that
you are the liar here but.................I don't say anything because
The fragile bond is so.....................shattered that the shards
Of it are stuck into my heart...........that I will never forget
Thye agony of being alone..............without you in the world that
Is the harshest when you are..........alonealonealone
People talking about me without knowing me bothers me because they don't see things how I see them. Just as I don't see things how they do. I get jealous easily.
This was written a few months back for Creative Writing. I was supposed to do an Autobiographical thing in three sentences. I kinda went over that...but oh well.
I like this piece. Gaia ******** up syntax though.
This was written a few months back for Creative Writing. I was supposed to do an Autobiographical thing in three sentences. I kinda went over that...but oh well.
I like this piece. Gaia ******** up syntax though.
thinking of how we could be.
