Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Why pretend to care all of a sudden?!
The last time you talked to me was bullshit and now you pretend to care about me.
Sorry little boy. I won't let you in anymore.
Doors closed.
You blew it.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

The truth is I miss you.
I am to angry at you to ever let you know.
You're the forever that will never happen.
The broken promises.
The one that never cared enough to start with.
You're my biggest mistake.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

You can't have it both ways little boy.

Friday, June 24, 2011

The things you do to help others.
And usually you get nothing in return.
But that's okay.
One day you can dream it all to come back full circle.
People tell me I'm too nice.
Sometimes I wonder if I am changing for better or worse.
Take breaks.
Write shit.
Build forts.
Grow up.
Stay young at heart.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010




Thursday, September 16, 2010

We should put all of our awesome into a room.
Bottle that shit up.

It's amazing how quickly some people come and go from your life. Some important, some not. Some related by blood, others by memories. It all leaves a scar in some small way, no matter how important they seemed to be at the time.

She was never as close to me as she is now, but that is because she needed me and I was there. When she doesn't need me anymore, that's the day I won't be there.

He came into my life like a whirlwind, took me by surprise. He left as quickly as he came though, he never tried hard enough.

She was my side kick, then I left her in the dust. She wasn't willing to leave it all behind and I don't ever want to go back.

I used to see him every day, then we moved away. Now I can never see him again. It's like not being able to breathe. I still think about him way to often.

Sometimes I want to go back to when I didn't know anything but my own back yard.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Love fools everybody.
I honestly want this to be the best holiday ever.
I feel like it's all in your hands.
That scares me.
I think you hate me.
I hate me.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Yeah. I keep making excuses for you.
It is something I am good at.
The day you don't need them anymore,
Well that's the day I'll realize that I actually dislike you.
At the end of the day, all I want is to be loved for me.
Simple.
I can't be suprised.
It doesn't work.
I knew you wouldn't bother.
I know you don't care.
I just wish you could see that I want what you want.
Nothing else.
Nothing more.