Fatal ConfusionCrushed, Alone, Barely breathing.
I can't believe that you're leaving.
Together, forever seems so far away, and I wish you'd stay one last day.
I close my eyes, and go to the place where I can at last feel your warm embrace.
But it's not real, only an illusion and now I'm drowning in all my confusion.
For I was given a choice not easy to make, now I don't know how much more of this I can take.
So, I slit my wrists and start to cry, then lay down and wait to die.
Crush, Crush, CrushHe had left me broken,
Alone and falling apart.
I thought I could never love again,
But then you laughed and somehow got to my heart.
I think about you a lot, Wondering if you think of me.
I think about how I feel about you and if we could ever be.
I wonder if I should let you in and let you see who I really am.
But still I’m scared to trust any man again.
For what he did to me,
And how he broke my heart, And if I will get hurt again,
And slowly fall apart.
I want to trust you. To be with you and allow you inside,
But still I wind up hiding these tears that linger in my eyes.
I want you to teach me to let go of the past,
And heal the scar he imprinted on my heart,
For it won’t be fading fast.
So when the day comes that I have learned to trust, and love,
And live once again,
I’ll let you in my mind to see the things I’ve always hid,
And trust you after all.
I’ll show you this and bite my lip,
And hope you won’t let me fall.
I’ll cross my f
What Is Love?It was a beautiful spring day, the sky was clear, birds were chirping and I sat on a bench in the small neighborhood park painting a picture of my girlfriend. I took a long look at my nearly finished painting, scanning it for things that I needed to fix or add. I had decided that I needed to add more detail to the picture and was about to do so when a familiar, glass-shattering laugh interrupted my concentration. I didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. Brittney; one of the most popular, fake bitches at my school, who just so happened to be dating one of my friends, Damion. I could tell she was close, but I didn’t think that she’d noticed me. I casually looked up at her, just in time to see her lock lips with Shane, another guy from our school. I took in the scene in front of me, Brie was wearing shorts that were so short that you could almost see right between her legs, along with a tank-top so low cut that both of her “guy-magnets” hung out and
I Wish I Could Stop WorryingI wish I could stop worrying about whether or not my girlfriend would ever leave or cheat on me. I worry about it constantly, she's everything to me. I've never been so happy in my life.. I've never loved someone nearly this much.. But lately I've been worrying about it more than usual and it's causing us to fight, which kills me. She could react better, she could comfort me when I'm hurt or upset, or atleast be there for me instead of leaving all the time, she could bite back saying things that would most likely hurt me, she could be more supportive and understanding, she could have more concern about my feelings, she could apologize to me more, she could be less stubborn, she could come after me when I leave because I'm hurting or mad, she could appreciate me more, she could talk to me more, she could tell me more "sweet" things, she could try to compromise with me more, she could open up to me more, and she could be more devoted to me, but through everything, I don't blame her. (De
Isn't It Ironic?How we live our lives only to die,
leaving everything behind.
How we work so hard for something,
that once achieved turns out to be nothing.
How the ones who are supposed to be there to comfort you,
are the ones beating you down.
How our bodies are free,
but our souls are the things tying us down.
How pain is the only thing that can make you realize what love really is,
And we can only learn to do good from the bad that we've done.
Isn't it ironic?
How we pretend to be happy,
though on the inside we're crying.
How time somehow goes slower when we're worried or upset or afraid,
making those horrible times last longer,
but how time somehow speeds up when we're carefree or happy or inspired,
making those wonderful times shorter and shorter.
Isn't it ironic?
How, love, the one thing we all live for,
is the very thing that can destroy us?
How we remember every bad moment we had in our lives,
but forget so many of the wonderful ones?
Isn't it ironic?
How we try to protect others, along with
I could see..I could see you with me.
I could see myself falling asleep in heaven's arms every night.
I could see myself waking up to an angel beside me every morning.
I could see us getting through every stupid, little fight.
I could see us cooking together, or atleast learning.
I could see us having a family.
I could see us saying 'I do.'
I could see us being best friends forever.
I could see us being in love together.
I could see us traveling together.
I could see us laughing.
I could see us playing.
I could see us loving.
I could see us caring.
Such a carefree love, that of a child.
I could see us sharing kisses.
I could see us sharing lives.
I could see doing everything together.
I can see you in my future.
I know you were in my past.
So why do we keep letting all these stupid, little fights effect a love so strong, pure, made to be?
A love that only we share.
A love between two soul mates.
A bond stronger than anything.
You're my everything, Mia Nala.
My beautiful Nala. ♥
Why can't you