Your taste – the feel
of your mouth, the edging
all along your hot pink tongue – it's like
burnt sugar, trembling,
Crumbling black-brown
molded oh so firmly
to the insides of my mouth
Yes, yes
I can taste it
I can feel it I can
Sometimes you love someone
Sometimes you fall for someone
But sometimes they just don't love you.
And it's all one big past tense.
♥ → ♥
Believe me, I know the feeling. No matter what you do, no matter how you feel, no matter how hard you pray, they just can't love you. Or, at least, not in the same way. I know. It sucks. But sometimes you have to go through the ugly, just to get to plain ordinary. And then there's beautiful...somewhere waiting for you.
And then there's that someone who's been waiting for you, that someone who never gave up hope - no matter how many times you shot them down. And then you wake up one morning...and you realize they were right under your nose the whole time.
But anyways, here's the straight of it: I really like these guys. And I don't want to lose them. So I'm gonna take it slow and just...see where it goes.
Sometimes you can see it coming. But, more often than not, life throws you a curve ball. But I'll let you in on a little secret: Those are always the best ones.
Guess what? No, really. Guess. Okay, fine. I'll tell you.
So, you know that guy I've had a crush on for forever? Well... I think he likes me.
Trouble is, I also have a crush on this other guy in one of my classes.
I'm serious.
So tomorrow, I'm going to talk to him. Bare my soul to him. Drain the cavernous well of my emotions to his unsuspecting gaze. Only a few hours to prepare myself. Make sure I don't make an absolute fool of myself. Sigh. Wish me luck - with both of them.
I miss Z so much right now... I'm counting the minutes until we're together again.
Even if we can never really be together, even if it never works out, he will always carry that piece of me, that dog-eared corner of my heart. But that's okay. 'Cause I know he'll keep me safe, and that part of me will rest, forever sheltered in the life-worn grotto of his nimble-fingered hands.
Oh, God, why does it have to hurt so much? Why? It's not like I wasn't expecting it... But it still hurts, and now it won't stop. Can't you make it stop?
I thought love was supposed to feel good. Well, apparently someone lied. Because it's not good. It's warped and twisted, dark, filled with spite, laced with regret, hindered by shame. All those butterflies I felt before? They're dead. Didn't even make it out of the cocoon. Cold, dead butterflies, nestled in the cavern of my soul. And now, I can't even get them out. I'm that fragile.