regret.

Out of all the things I've done, the worst was letting you walk away. Everyone says I'm better for it, but I reread the letters you wrote me, looked at all the pictures we took together, and I'm starting to think I'm lying to myself, so it's easier to live with myself.  

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cynicism.

I think it's sad, that some people never look up at the sky anymore, that they never talk to imaginary friends, instead they let the silence drive them insane. that they will let the light leave their children's eyes, and accept it as 'reality...'' that they will forever wonder how to pay the bills, how… Continue reading cynicism.

innocence.

Her hands have a slight tremor. "Stop that; I am in control," she whispers to them. They have words written in pen--smudging on the ends--all over them. People tell her the ink will poison her, and she just laughs. Her eyes are held open by mascara and cups of coffee. No cream, no sugar, she… Continue reading innocence.

fight time.

We sat side by side in the dressing room, tears streaming down our faces, broken, bleeding, crying for help; you held my hand, and said we had to stay friends, fight time, fight the impending pages rustling by quickly... too quickly. I want to freeze time and stay with you. I want to miss you… Continue reading fight time.

okay.

there is good worth fighting for in life, because it tells you everything will be okay it's found in the toothless grin of a child, the glint in someone's eyes as they tell you their dreams, in presents that say, I thought of you today   I let you tell me everything was going to be, 'okay.' because, you were my… Continue reading okay.