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you see, people are all the same. bones and hearts and brains and yet they're all different.
i thought i was lucky to meet him. i thought hell, he's the one. but what did i know? nothing. maybe i was wishing for a fairy tale ending, and a whole fairy tale begining to go along with it. that's what i felt like. all the princesses and all the other fairy tale girls always have those shitty lifes, and i could of told each and every one of them 'i feel ya, sis.' and they would just go along talking to their animals or riding in their pumpkins. some people believe in fate. i did. after i met him and i was walking with him late nights into early mornings, going where ever we would go i would think to myself "hell, i sure am lucky. i was in the right place right time."
it didn't take me long to realize how untrue that was. yes, i was in the right place right time. to do what you might ask? to get hurt. i was just another of his false fairytales. he was good at breaking hearts. broke mine, and got right out of town. in his little red car with his few boxes of stuff. left his small little apartment with the faded paint and worn down carpets. he was the type of person who stuff was just stuff to. but people, oh people were like gold. but they were no fun when they were happy. maybe that's why he picked the most unhappy screwed up people. just to help them back up, and screw them over a few months later.
what was suppose to be a love story ended up like how it started. broken bones, broken hearts, and upset brains. we all hide the truth through fake smiles and act liking we are all pieced together. just keep moving with your somewhat healed bones and hurting hearts and confused brains.
i thought i was lucky to meet him. i thought hell, he's the one. but what did i know? nothing. maybe i was wishing for a fairy tale ending, and a whole fairy tale begining to go along with it. that's what i felt like. all the princesses and all the other fairy tale girls always have those shitty lifes, and i could of told each and every one of them 'i feel ya, sis.' and they would just go along talking to their animals or riding in their pumpkins. some people believe in fate. i did. after i met him and i was walking with him late nights into early mornings, going where ever we would go i would think to myself "hell, i sure am lucky. i was in the right place right time."
it didn't take me long to realize how untrue that was. yes, i was in the right place right time. to do what you might ask? to get hurt. i was just another of his false fairytales. he was good at breaking hearts. broke mine, and got right out of town. in his little red car with his few boxes of stuff. left his small little apartment with the faded paint and worn down carpets. he was the type of person who stuff was just stuff to. but people, oh people were like gold. but they were no fun when they were happy. maybe that's why he picked the most unhappy screwed up people. just to help them back up, and screw them over a few months later.
what was suppose to be a love story ended up like how it started. broken bones, broken hearts, and upset brains. we all hide the truth through fake smiles and act liking we are all pieced together. just keep moving with your somewhat healed bones and hurting hearts and confused brains.
Literature
The Years of my Life
’93 The year of my birth
’94 A new sibling?
’95 Yes. A baby girl
’96 And a baby cousin birthed
’97 A brother born, short-lived
’98 Another tragic baby boy
’99 Into Year 1, the start of my learning
’00; A new millennium
’01 A best friend leaves, but another arrives
’02 The first year of splitting is survived
’03 How can we both remember that we used to speak?
’04 The last year of the best years of my life
’05 A new start, or a start to the end
’06 A friendship grows too close
’07 I cause my own spiral down
’08 But with the new ones, we pick ourselv
Literature
Virginal Year
It feels like poetry for a new beginning:
Running in slow motion,
Laying a fresh path in the
Tentative first snow of a virginal year.
Your hand shapes a safe home in which my
Shivering fingers nestle;
You sow a field of forgetting
Over the weary road behind.
Untouched and unafraid, this
Unfamiliar unconditionality, this
Darkness so vivid, this
Uncertainty so certain.
We build that which is
From that which we were.
In the sanctity of our year,
In the unwritten and pure,
You and I are as new in this moment
As ever we have been.
We are here.
We are now.
We are.
Literature
A Year and a Half
I've got a place in your heart
a special one
and after all this time, I'm still here.
It's been a year and a half
since I have met you,
you've been in my heart forevermore.
I've wondered if you like me,
wonder if you like me
we be textin', talkin', laughin', playin'
flirtin' and teasin' each other from time to time.
You make me smile,
I make you smile.
Every single time we talk
and when you wave,
I smile and wave back to you.
Even after a year and a half,
I still like you, like I used to
I still like you.
Our paths keep intertwining,
is it fate? or coincidence?
You've got a place in my heart
a special one
and after all this time, you're
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i feel fine, but i know the same does not apply to you.
i know the same does not apply to you,
so i guess i'll curl up and die too. - relient k.
i know the same does not apply to you,
so i guess i'll curl up and die too. - relient k.
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i feel ya, sis.