I have a lot on my mind that I want to say, and I will. I’m letting it all build down to the last days of this semester. Things might change, things may remain the same. Either way, these need to be released from the prison that is my mind.
Treat her like you’re still trying to win her, and that’s how you’ll never lose her.
Don’t let people treat you like a cigarette, they only use you when they’re bored and step on you when they’re done. Be like drugs, let them die for you.
The Drama Wasn’t Worth It But The Sex Was Perfect
Wait for someone who keeps you sane, but also drives you crazy in all the right ways.
It’s all happy, holding hands and sending kissy faces, but to what extent is this real?
Do we just exchange “I miss yous” and “I wish you were heres” for the next week and everything is gone?
Tell me that you missed that day when we were underwater.
Show me how angry I make you when I don’t reply back to a text message sent over six hours ago.
Pick a fight to illustrate how much you care.
Yell at me when you’re angry that my hugs are never there.
I’ll caress your face to settle this confusion.
You’ll scratch my head to prove that this love is no illusion.
Original piece written:
March 23, 2014 at 11:22 P.M.