To stumble. To fall. To move backwards.
--Time and time again I’ve fallen. Wounded by the boundaries that I set myself up against. I’m fifteen. Not many years to know just what this life can bring. I do know the corruption that this world has the potential of. I know what it’s like to wake up wishing I was six feet under, constantly scooting myself toward the edge. Regardless of the things in my past that I’ve done, I one day will feel beautiful. Love is supposed to be beautiful, or is it the components that make it up, make it beautiful? I’m a blank book, ready to be sketched in with the world around me. Starting with the one I truely love and who is my best friend. My world. The only one with the will power to stick it out and be with me. One day soon, I hope she can say the same. Until then, I don’t really know what love is. Or what love is capable of. All i do know is that I crave it. Hope she is the girl who will give it to me.
"When you have walked through the hell of your negative thoughts & survived, no pain on this earth will worry you again."
I make jokes because
Its the closest I can get
To hearing you laugh.
I tease you because
I like to imagine how your smile
Lights up the room you’re in.
I stay up late to talk to you because
I can’t find the words to say
‘I could listen to you forever.’
I wake up early just so
I can tell you ‘good morning.’
I make you promises because
I want to be a part of your future.
I draw you pictures because
Its easier to drag a pen across paper
Than to drive across the country.
I dream about you because
Every moment without you
I write you poetry because
I don’t know how else to tell you I love you.
The Things We Do For Love, l.h.k. (via ive-been-john-watsoned)
Wow this is deep