You've turned into a temporary act.
The emptiness I feel and echoing I hear.
Your alluring words make me think, but i don't smile.
Your kiss felt like wind blowing into the darkness.


It's not like before. It's not him anymore

Your patience makes me feel guilty
the guilty that haunts and drags you.
I will battle the unknown to keep his promises.
because even though your not him, and even though this is synthetic
It proofs that I too can survive, although I'm secretly falling apart.
Falling apart once i see all that i've created.
This is no act this is no plan, this is a boy...
I will stumble and fall flat on my back,
Whats all this?
 I'm living a pretend.
A pretend that hurts because my memorable world sinks and reality sticks in.  
What am i doing?  




 If my world is him even if you're here...I simply cant love you

I moaned because I had no shoes, until I met a man
who had no feet.

It took a lot for me to go on here. I've missed this all of this but I cant explain why I hate it. Instead of shoving everything inside, instead of ordering thoughts and secrets. I as a person have the possibility the opportunity to share everything. To open my mind and speak, open my mind and actually say everything i've always wanted to say. And for the past months I have been able to do that and it's a feeling I have learned to love.

...But I cant forget the feeling I get when I write

All i ask is for one more chance, so i can shine and feel needed, a chance to make me feel worthy of being here all i want is one more chance... to shine.

Uhh school hasn't even started and people are all ready starting to annoy me... I hope all these sports keep me distracted