January 6, 2013
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You’re going to turn turn it up
Risk more than others think is safe. Care more than others think is wise. Dream more than others think is practical and expect more than others think is possible.
You’ll go back. Everyone goes back to the last point they were happy and they hold on for their dear life. When things go wrong, don’t go with them.
Yeah, I’m broken, but I’ll be okay. Day after day, I’ll look for all the pieces of myself you scattered around, it’ll take a while, but I’ll be whole again soon enough.
I don’t look in the mirror very often anymore. There’s just nothing I really want to see.
You know that feeling where for a split second everything makes sense ? Like the world and your place in it has been all figured out? It only lasts a second, but in that second you become enlightened. Well being with you is like a million of those feelings hitting me all at once… and I won’t lose that. I can’t loose that, I can’t loose you. Maybe to some that’s not love, maybe to some it might even be unhealthy and wrong, but not to me. No, to me that’s exactly what love is. It’s finding someone who makes the world a little less confusing.
Nobody understands how much I miss you. I miss how we used to talk, and miss all the things we used to do. I try not to admit it to myself that I still feel this way, nobody knows that I still wake up thinking of you every day..
I’m still keeping my head up and eyes forward. I’m just waiting on those sunnier days everyone keeps talking about.
No person has the right to condemn you on how you repair your heart, because no one knows how much you’re hurting.
You’ve changed in more ways then I can count. That’s a sad thing when most of those things are bad.
Love makes you do funny things. It makes you proud. It makes you sorry. That night we talked; we talked about life, about our time together. Maybe we aren’t the same two kids we once were, but some things never change. Some things last, & even though I didn’t know what was going to happen to us or where we were going, I just knew I couldn’t let you out of my life.
I hate this never being good enough for anyone. Although I’m ‘good enough’ to talk every day, ‘good enough’ to sweet talk, to charm en to joke with all the time, still not quite ‘good enough’ to be your everything.
Tell me, does she sweep you of your feet? Does she makes you laugh, is she able to make you laugh like you laugh at your best, the kinda laugh where I fell for? She is better than me, I bet. I hope she makes you happy, you deserve to be happy though.
I thought I lost you somewhere, but you were never there at all.
Sometimes you just need to be alone. Sometimes not even your best friends need to know. Sometimes you need to put up the walls so you can examine yourself in the peace and quiet. Sometimes the loud sounds need to fade away, leaving only the silence and you.
