Tumblr, if you had cheeks, I would pinch them. Happy 1 year. =)
becoming less impressed
impressed with the world
and how it disappoints me
how its plain to see
that everyone will let you down
they’ll always flake,
they’ll always bail
and those words of comfort
rage in my head
maybe there’s a point
maybe it’s some trend
but fuck that shit and
people who you overestimate
shut the fuck up with your
“omg, lets have a date”
crawl back in your asshole
where you talk out of
fall back on you lies
since it’s your only support
don’t play the victim, the innocent
or anything of the sort
preach your words of my
seize your excuses
they need not be heard
your as sickening as crap
as unsightly as bird turd
go cry to the heaven
they won’t hear your plea
because, its bound
can’t you see
everyone will let you down.
Sometimes I feel like I can’t feel
my hands until someone touches them.
I can’t know how soft my cheek is
until it’s kissed.
Maybe that’s why I can’t feel
because it hasn’t been touched
in a long while.
Girl: I don’t get it! Why do guys do that? It’s so unfair. I mean I-
Guy: Look. You have to get over this guy, he’s a bastard, and a slut, just get over it. I like you new hair color by the way.
Girl: (smiles) Thanks, I thought it was time for a change.
You are an open window during traffic
Allowing the flow of the relentless radio
from the adjacent car to leak into my silent-seeking
You are the protesting hair in my obedient
set of bangs- fighting tirelessly to
You are the setting sun meeting
my eye level, unavoidable, blinding.
You are my dog-eared pages of my journals.
Reminding me not to go back
I think it’s official -I’m caught in a Bad Romance with Spring Break. Shit.