Moments like these
Standing on the edge
Sun slowly rising from behind the tallk dark shadows.
Rain falls after the sun has set
Morning dew on the grass makes your toes wet.
You see your reflection.
Just woke from a long nights sleep.
Feeling the breeze as you ride your bike along 5th avenue
No one can take the happiness from you.
No matter how much they try.
Corner
*walks towards door*
*Drops the glass of water*
"I'm here."
*falls into his arms*
*whispers*
"It's okay,"
(pause)
"I love you"
Drunken loser
He held her hair up while she pucked inside the trash can
She cried because she realized that the grass wasn't green anymore.
She realized the grass died.
He told her she was going crazy.
She left him and headed into that stupid bar.
The bar that held all of her daddy's money.
All the credit cards had been spent.
The green covers the floor.
Girls dancing on top of tables with the money hanging out the side.
She is now alone.
I wonder if she's a disapointment.
A Fun Ride
He held the bottle, name jack streached across it.
She held her stuffed animal in the back seat.
Her father told her it was gonna be fast, no pain, no crying, just peace.
She didn't know what to do so she held her stuffed animal tight.
He told her that it was gonna be okay.
He drove over the edge.
She heard the water running into the car.
She screamed and screamed.
Her Daddy was asleep.
She was awake she escaped that night.
Because her stuffed animal told her too.
Just because her dad had depression doesn't means she had it too
She had something worse.
Schizophrenia is something that makes you hear things.
At least this hallucination was a good one.
It made her live.
But her daddy was the one at the bottom of the river.
and thats okay because she escaped death.
She was the surviovr.
Used
She fell in love with him because of his kindness, his looks, his love, the way he held her.
She ended up not wanting anything else then him. She did everything for him, kissed him, loved him, kissed him a little more. She held the stuff when he was in trouble, she hid the drugs under her matteress because he had to go away. Red and blue lights flicker outside her window. Handcuffs behind her back. wrapped around her wrist. I guess love doesn't count when you inside those prison walls....
Midnight love
Him: Hey! come over my windows unlocked
Her: Idk if i can... my mom is mad at me
Him: im on my way baby
Her: WAIT WHAT?!?!
*Knock**Knock*
Her: what are you doing here!?
Him: I love you baby will you marry me?
*Pulls out a ring*
Her: OH MY GOD!
Him: will you baby?
Her: Yes
When someone loves you and cares for you enough
Don't let them go because after you do...you'll realize that was the biggest mistake ever....
My choice
Disappointment is thrown strongly at my direction.
Blame gathers in large quantities like a pest infestation.
"It's your fault" and words like "You always make mistakes" evoke anger.
Anger which I want to take out on myself and take out on others.
I can excel in my work of choice, I know I'm more than average.
The bad gets pointed out more and little praise is given for the good.
Stunned by unmoving words. I'm like a prisoner sentenced to jail, released and expected to do worse.
Destruction emerges from my enraged emotions, i wish your words could offer a solution.
I want to be an alchemist and turn things into gold.
It's ironic how I am a creator of words but cant create better words in my critics.
Conversations lead to arguments because i want to be heard.
I'm sick of revolving doors, sick of being slammed by your atrocious comments.
"You have no common sense" you say to me, maybe I just prefer to be in a daydream, my mind drifting away because life is too dull.
Realize that what you say has an effect and that effect can drive somebody or stop them in motion.
Evil
He stole her heart.
She didn't mean to cry
He stole her life.
She didn't mean to scream.
He stole her car.
She was in the back seat.
He stole her heart.
She was at the bottom of the sea.