Whoknowswhatthisis

I've  made a mistake. well, we've all made mistakes. can you please forgive me? i feel terrible for what I've done. it was dumb and I was dumb then too. I've changed. and I'm always changing. i just want to fix things. forgive me?

guess what?                                           i saw you today           but i looked everywhere but at you.                                                              do you know what happened because of that?    i've forgotten what you looked like.

Almost... almost.                almost. the word keeps on running through my head, repeating the horror. almost. i almost had you. but then i turned my back. almost... we were so close to being together but then something happened. and i left. the love we had and the love we shared. almost... we were almost there but then i turned around and retraced my steps and found a new love who left me in the dirt almost... we almost had something almost... almost.                  almost. the word keeps running through my head. the only word that could describe our relationship. almost... but not quite.

Don't blink. Don't leave the moment. Can't forget it now. This is the last time we'll meet. I want to remember it forever. I know you want that, too. So I hug you goodbye. Kiss you goodnight. Leave you forever. Without any fights. Tell you love me. And then I'll tell you That you are my life and without you and I am screwed. Marry me tonight And I'll leave you by morning I'll never see you again I go without warning. You'll see me again I know that you will But by then I'll be different You won't know who I am. Just remember this:              NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS WORLD...                                  

I hate how you think you can always be better...              to me, you are who you are and nothing can change that.                                                     :)

Why are they fighting? I can't stand it when they do Tears roll down my cheeks sobs shake my body my face is glistening with tears But I don;'t care Alissa and Daddy They're fighting again and I can't stand it I push myself farther back into the corner and I feel the walls dig into my skin But I don't care all that matters is that they are fighting someone Get them to stop! Why do they fight? Do they know how much pain it causes me to see them like this? Clearly It doesn't matter to them all they need is their little war. My sobs shake me harder my tears come down faster my face is scrunched up in pain the wa

one. we're seven days into this month, but I can't bring myself to turn over the calendar because I just don't want to be here. two. let's hope she's gone and her car will crash and lay broken in a ditch someplace. Let's hope she won't make it back through the door in the morning, because she's all screams and no thoughts, she's all eyes and too much fury, and I just can't cope with her scraps of 'it wasn't my fault' apologies any longer.

Take my holographic expression and bend it into any shape you feel like, because                            today I want you to be happy. The ocean will come and go and the stinging nettles will bite, but I'll be here and I'll keep smiling for you. Take hold of my hand and I know I don't know all the answers, but I'll try my best to stop you from choking.

A blade of grass stares in awe at a towering oak. All around him his patch-mates wave their young green sprouts, greeting the wind in joy; the gentle breeze swaying them back and forth, and they laughing like schoolchildren on a swing. They mingle, knotted and woven, displaying their patchwork face, basking languorously when the sun is high and the wind is still. They droop, drenched, as the rains wash over them, shivering, huddled into their neighbors, seeking comfort and escape. And every day this enterprising young sprout watches the oak in envy. And one day he works up his mighty courage and asks, "Isn't it nice to be

Where its skirt flaps on the shore the sea looks fragile. Cake icing, boiled into moss-crystals changing every second. Linger, wane, wisps and ruffled glass over the sand and here is some yellow-brown of the shallows, safe for crabs and toddlers. (You can have it if you want. A present.) Here is the young fresh green later out and with it the waves begin to skim. I think that depth is adolescence. Don't you see the excitement as they pull on their dresses and prance without a care? Brisk against the sky, a painting stretched. Blue is deep. Danger-blue, darkened now, and were you to swim over there it'd - (fear is bottomless. Sinks your

i offer my heart but you refuse to love it because "your heart is too ugly for me to love." i can't wrap my head around that a heart can be unattractive. but i am desperate for your love. i say "then you can make it beautiful." you shake your head hard and long and there is my answer. you claim "but your heart is not worth it. you are not worth it." i can't say anything to that. absently, i nod, hold my now breathless heart close to my chest as i would to a infant. the gap shaped only for a heart is empty. i can't let anyone see my ugly heart now. they might declare me unworthy just as you did so easily. i take a red ma

I told my mom she was teaching me piano lessons at her place. Instead, we played video games, solved Rubik's cubes, and practiced making out. I won seven to three, and I threw my cube at the wall, and she was eating strawberries; I tasted them on her tongue. We did nothing after that, for at least a little bit. We went down to her kitchen and messed with stuff. She put olive oil on top of water in the blender and I marveled at it. She tried to blend it, but it just wouldn't go. She said my face was priceless. She said I skipped science class all year because I was afraid to learn about the little things inside me. Bull's eye. What could a boo

He had grown-up hands and little boy eyes and a way of saying things that made even the heartbroken want to love again; I don't think he could lie to save his life, but he told me about things that couldn't possibly be true, like worlds full of happiness and love at first sight; He knew nothing about real things like math or how people worked, but he was the only person who would just lay in the grass with me and not worry about the world spinning away without us. And sometimes, as he's falling asleep, I can see the echoes of that boy I loved; but when he opens his eyes and opens his mouth, he's who he's decided to b

catherine apart she smiled in her sharp and enigmatic way one finger was on her chin, and another was on her cheek such long, white fingers 'do you know why no one sees you?' she asked, in her hoarse, soft voice such long, white fingers such a long smile 'do you know why?' then she leant back without waiting for an answer, and the table rotated and she rotated and I rotated   all around and around in a circle   in the middle of the dark little room that might as well be a platform in the very middle of the round table there was a wide, wide knife 'It's a strange thing.' she said, looking lazily at it