I hope the stars

and the sea

remind you

of me.

Just like they used to

when I was in love

with you.

Babe, our bodies need oxygen and breath automatically so YOU'RE NOT JUST GONNA STOP THAT WHEN YOUR BOYFRIEND'S ABOUT TO DIE. If your hiding from spies or something and need to stay quiet then yes I can understand why you would want to shallow your breathing or try holding it, but you do that consciously, not subconciously.

The phrase just agravates me and makes me cringe lol

I looked in the mirror today and realized I’ve changed, well my mind has.

I don’t want to be the perfect child,

I want to rebel.

I don’t want to hand in every single assignment,

I want to let them get overdue.

I don’t want to spend every second with my family,

I want to spend some of it with friends.

I don’t want to stay where I live now,

I want to travel, explore.

I don’t want to know the same people in this small town,

I want to meet new ones and make new friends.

I don’t want some random guy from school,

I want a good Christian man who will treat me right.

I don’t want to have lots of friends,

I want ones I can trust.

I don’t want to be the old me,

I want to be the person I dream of being.

I want to be,

future me.

Why can't she just come already?

mimic you

touching my face

mimic you

meeting my gaze

mimic you

holding my hand

mimic you

making me laugh

but that’s all it is

just a

mimic.

and I'm left believing this

stupid gimmik.

drowning in

the ocean

once again

the water

it rushes

over my head

I can't see

a thing

just one

mistake

can make

a world

of terror

break

open

and encase

you

in.

the poet

in me

yearns to write

for her hands

to fly

over the keys

her words

to flow

and for others

to read

just as they please.

The words come

tum

bl

ing

out

of my mouth

there is no

stopping

them

I can’t

hold them in

and you stand there, and let the meaning of my words

sink

in.

leaves sway in the breeze

much to the trees

dismay

the kids

climb and play

shaking its

leaves away

But the tree

can’t move

it’s rooted

to the floor

stuck

like a statue.

it wished it could

cry or scream

but no

the kids shake its beams

its foundation

They laugh and tease

and the tree thinks

jeez

at least someone’s having a good day.

sick

and tired

of grasping for

string

only to

ping

once again

into the abyss of

darkness.

hello my old friend,

we meet once again,

you welcome me home

with that same old

choke hold.

sure of pain,

anger,

rain,

all these things,

seek you out.

That doubt,

creeps in,

welcome back

old friend.

I knew

you’d be here

once again.