Wake

I want to rip my flesh off and let all the pain of these past few years slip out onto the pearly colored tile.

C'est la mort

“What” and “If” are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if?

Sh-boom

Wants- Rain. And knee highs. And new pens. And mix cds. And letters. And you. And warm, white sheets. And really good coffee. And summer. And summer. And summer. Wait... my birthday. Then summer. And for all of my old friends to come back into my life someway somehow. And a day dedicated to making school like Hogwarts. And turquoise nail polish. And piggy back rides. And a "floor is lava" partner. And for people to stop thinking I'm so crazy. And for my pieces to become memorized. And rings. And kisses. And you. And tea I can drink really fast to quench that thirst I get after a really bad dream. And adventures. And hugs. And my license. And you.

Breathe me in

Sometimes I think of you when I am drinking my tea. As it's getting cold and the day isn't even half over.