I wonder, would an apology be enough.
Could it undo all of my bad choices, misguided really.
I don't even know if you noticed them.
I never knew how you felt.
I miss you but most of all I miss what we had before.
Before I fell for you.
Long before I drowned in your sea blue eyes.
Even before you said "miss you."
I think thats what got me.
So much more than love but actually missing someone.
I'm not the same without you.
You don't even know.
How I felt about you.
And all I can muster is "I'm sorry."
I am.
It's kind of funny now that I think about it.
You try so hard to not feel for such a long time,
and then one day you realize that you can't.
anymore.
Now all you want to do is feel,
anything.
Maybe not anything,
sadness, anger, happiness...
anything but regret.
But now all you feel is regret.
too many missed chances,
too many mistakes, that can't be changed.
Too much,
too little,
never right and always wrong.
Broken.
Shattered,
everything that ever mattered.
Regret regrets regretted.
It's kind of funny now that I think about it.
You get pushed into the ground for so long
that you begin to try so hard not to feel anything anymore
and then one day you realize that you can't feel anything at all
All of the pain and sorrow is gone,but so is the happiness and joy,
and you can't even tell whether it's a blessing or a curse
and now all you want to do IS feel,
something,
anything.
Well, not anything,
sadness, anger, happiness...
anything but the feeling of being inferior.
Feeling like shit, because someone said that you don't measure up
But who gave them the right to judge me,
to say what I can and cannot be.
I am
What does it feel like to be loved?
I wonder.
Will I ever find someone to love?
I wander.
How long until my heart feels filled?
I wait.
Does love even really exist?
I wish.
This kind of happiness
you don't want to share.
This kind of happiness
you want to keep all to yourself.
This kind of happiness
I feel when I'm around you.
Flying is not Impossible by sbroxmysxo18, literature
Literature
Flying is not Impossible
and there is one thing I know for certain, flying is not impossible.
you lead me here, you lead me there but you broke my heart
and ripped the wings off of my back.
with you, falling was inevitable, I floated on clouds
day-dreaming of you, I thought I had nothing to lose.
but I fell.
hard in and out of love with you.
and now I know for certain that flying is not impossible
I can tell by the bruises the pavement left on my heart.
take a jump
i'll break your fall
just before you've lost it all
when you're sad
i will make you smile
even if it takes a while
if you're alone
i will be there
doesn't matter when or where
she understands that life is hard and she knows that she can't make it any easier for him, if he doesn't want her to.
she knows what sacrifice is and she would die for him at the snap of a finger.
she learned what love was from an early age and she knows it is new to him, but she would love him if he wanted her to.
she hears everything he says and she knows how to change everything sorrowful in his life, if he would only let her.
but he lives in fear, in sadness, in loneliness even though she is right next to him
if he would let her, she would be his saving grace.
At the age of fifteen, she was the picture of innocence. Life was lying in front of her waiting, waiting for her to begin her journey. It seemed as if she had all the time in the world, but little did they know it would end as abruptly as it started. They couldn't stop her, there was no way to control her. She didn't need to live life, she was life. But how long can a person live without regards before life catches up with them?
She was young and she didn't think about consequences, she just wanted to feel a rush. She thought she had all the time in world, but she didn't. She wasn't into drugs or drinking. She found her rush in fast
I wonder, would an apology be enough.
Could it undo all of my bad choices, misguided really.
I don't even know if you noticed them.
I never knew how you felt.
I miss you but most of all I miss what we had before.
Before I fell for you.
Long before I drowned in your sea blue eyes.
Even before you said "miss you."
I think thats what got me.
So much more than love but actually missing someone.
I'm not the same without you.
You don't even know.
How I felt about you.
And all I can muster is "I'm sorry."
I am.
It's kind of funny now that I think about it.
You try so hard to not feel for such a long time,
and then one day you realize that you can't.
anymore.
Now all you want to do is feel,
anything.
Maybe not anything,
sadness, anger, happiness...
anything but regret.
But now all you feel is regret.
too many missed chances,
too many mistakes, that can't be changed.
Too much,
too little,
never right and always wrong.
Broken.
Shattered,
everything that ever mattered.
Regret regrets regretted.
It's kind of funny now that I think about it.
You get pushed into the ground for so long
that you begin to try so hard not to feel anything anymore
and then one day you realize that you can't feel anything at all
All of the pain and sorrow is gone,but so is the happiness and joy,
and you can't even tell whether it's a blessing or a curse
and now all you want to do IS feel,
something,
anything.
Well, not anything,
sadness, anger, happiness...
anything but the feeling of being inferior.
Feeling like shit, because someone said that you don't measure up
But who gave them the right to judge me,
to say what I can and cannot be.
I am
What does it feel like to be loved?
I wonder.
Will I ever find someone to love?
I wander.
How long until my heart feels filled?
I wait.
Does love even really exist?
I wish.
This kind of happiness
you don't want to share.
This kind of happiness
you want to keep all to yourself.
This kind of happiness
I feel when I'm around you.
take a jump
i'll break your fall
just before you've lost it all
when you're sad
i will make you smile
even if it takes a while
if you're alone
i will be there
doesn't matter when or where
she understands that life is hard and she knows that she can't make it any easier for him, if he doesn't want her to.
she knows what sacrifice is and she would die for him at the snap of a finger.
she learned what love was from an early age and she knows it is new to him, but she would love him if he wanted her to.
she hears everything he says and she knows how to change everything sorrowful in his life, if he would only let her.
but he lives in fear, in sadness, in loneliness even though she is right next to him
if he would let her, she would be his saving grace.
At the age of fifteen, she was the picture of innocence. Life was lying in front of her waiting, waiting for her to begin her journey. It seemed as if she had all the time in the world, but little did they know it would end as abruptly as it started. They couldn't stop her, there was no way to control her. She didn't need to live life, she was life. But how long can a person live without regards before life catches up with them?
She was young and she didn't think about consequences, she just wanted to feel a rush. She thought she had all the time in world, but she didn't. She wasn't into drugs or drinking. She found her rush in fast
i'm afraid i'll never find someone who will make me whole
i'm afraid i wont find someone to fill the spaces between my fingers
i'm afraid i wont find someone that when we walk we become one person
i'm afraid that i wont find the right person, not the perfect person,
&
You got mad at me that day
I got high on communion wine
and tied
your rosary around my hips
and told you I could talk to God.
I could read the lines
on his cheeks
right through these calloused palms
and I loved
how his voice rose up
tempered and clear like spring,
not thin and waspy
like you promised.
He called me by name
and while his coat was too long
for me to see his feet,
I knew he did not wear shoes
and anger was not his road.
He took my hand to walk
and told me
there was no shame
in falling with grace
and that the broken
would always be heroes in his eyes
because they know
what it is like
to wear
a
Web silken strings
pull the pulmonary beat
(aching and sliced)
towards wind pipe,
making breathing shallow,
quick and irregular
With every little dizzy inhalation
I realize that worry and doubt
is suffocating me, because
picture perfect will never come
and sometimes that overwhelming feeling
has to wait to be explored
And beauty will come with patience,
but god, god, god the feeling
is crushing and I am left hoping
that I can take a large breath soon.
Peel away my lips
with yours,
maybe you'll find me
behind the movement
and the eye
in my sternum,
glowing with fated
flutters that touch
circulating light.
the first of june:
it's the first day of my summer and i'm with the only girl who has ever seen me.
the sunlight illuminates the watercolored veins beneath her tissue paper
skin. and she glows like a star in the milky way. she is like glass. Clear.
transparent, twinkles in the light in a way that everyone notices
the second of june:
i don't know how long this will last. i don't know when this fragile, perfect girl
will realize that i'm nothing. she's the world and i'm the bottom of the ocean. cold.
dark. vacant. filled with odd things that no one wants to see
the third of june:
the light b
It's been a long time, but I have a lot of stuff going on in my life and I might just need to write it out. Feel free to check any new stuff out (currently only 1 thing). Possibly more to come, we'll just have to see how everything works out.
"You're only as tall as your heart will let you be, and you're only as small as the world will make you feel. When the going gets rough and you feel like you may fall, just look on the bright side. You're roughly six feet tall."
RULES
-You must fill out EVERY question! No skipping!
-Tag five people afterwards.
-Leave a message on their page telling them they're tagged
1. Perfect?: no, and wouldn't want to be
2. Tall?: nope I'm just average
3. In your pajamas?: nope
4. Left handed?: absolutely, positively.
LAST:
1. Friend you saw: umm..ariel?
2. Talked to on the phone: muther
3. Person to text you: coach jack
4. Was today better than yesterday?: no not particularly
FAVORITES:
1. Number: 18
2. Color(s): Cerulean blue..blues and greens
3. Fruit: umm..watermelon and strawberries
4. Place: my bed..asleep
EIGHT EMOTIONS:
1. Are you missing someone right