angelcarmie2

"We can still be friends." So this is how the story ends? Biggest lie you've ever told. That line is getting old. "It's not you, it's me." What happened to we're meant to be? I guess you've just changed. When did your life get rearranged? "We met each other at the wrong time." Love doesn't need reason or rhyme. I thought you believed in fate? You shouldn't have asked me to date. "We're in two different places right now." You don't try to explain how. Have I always held you back? This relationship has a major crack. "I'll always love you." Not true or I'd have you. So this is the good-bye. At least now I know why.

Why do I hurt, way deep down inside? Why can't I count all the times that I've cried? I'm not giving out, I'm not opening that door, I just don't understand what life's worth living for. There aren't enough words in the world to explain, There's never enough to relieve all the pain. I'm not giving up, I'm just wondering why, When there's nothing to live for, why don't we all die? There are answers out there that I just do not have, But if I leave to go find them, could I ever come back? I'm not giving in, I'm just wondering how, Everyone else can live on with the way they are now? Do they not care enough about why they're alive, Or is i

I crashed and burned the same way one falls in love. Slowly… and then all at once. It was subtle and cautious, as it crept in. It was just a lurking darkness, Barely visible at all, nonetheless, still visible. Then, when the moment was right, it swept in, engulfing my entire world in black. And since I was weak, there was nothing that I could do, so I let it take me.

How do dreams die? Do they simply fade away, Like fog after a rainy day? Do they go out with a bang, Like a shot heard around the world? Do they go out with a whimper, Like a wounded animal dying in a  hidden hole? How do dreams die? Do they change until they are unrecognizable, Like the evolution of life? Do they corrupt and corrode, Like death and decay? Do dreams kill other dreams, Like people kill other people? How do dreams die? Can they die with a person, Never shared or known? Can a dream become reality, Before it dies? Can reality be a dream, Before it dies?                 How    do                   dreams                  

Is it envy or jealousy? I could once call you mine But that is true no longer; Now you are hers. I'm not sure even I Can begrudge her The pleasure that you are, But I am not pleased. So now here I sit, Uncertain if I am mourning Our relationship Or our memories. Is it envy or jealousy That I feel right now? I can't say you're mine, But you can't say you're not.

I remember the first time I met her a tower of books tucked under her chin glasses sliding down her nose that she wiggled like a hare's I helped her carry the tower to her brother's truck him ever so persistent to return home and her just happy to escape into literature she slumped into the seat the tower resting at her bare toes she stuck out her hand and told me her name and laughed at the common of it she would be a freshman after summer same as me her brother still urgent had the engine roar to life and drive away her hand waving at me with a broad smile bubbling over that danced for me and all I could think was

How can my heart be filled with love for you, Yet your heart is filled with love for another?  I watch her take the place I never filled,  The touch I never felt, The whisper I never heard. Why is it that in my eyes you are everything,  But in yours, I am nothing.

I cremated a bag of popcorn in my microwave... and it's honestly not that bad... but each individual piece tastes like a memory forgotten, smokey and warm, like campfires in autumn... if I close my eyes while the soft skin of the piece melts on my tongue, I can imagine the crinkle of fire and the sparks of fallen ashes... the miraculous image of twirling smoke against Orion's Belt... And the harsh, reawakening sounds of pulling the individual black pieces of wood back into the center, raking the powdery ashes into a circle, and realigning every smokey brick... And even though we never shared a campfire before, I really would like to..

I can't do this I can't walk in smiling like everything is fine Because its not I can't put on a nice dress and act like I feel beautiful Because I don't I can't smile and laugh like I'm not dying I don't want to walk in and see them Her, in the place that I should be Everyone having someone A friend, a partner Everyone but me I can't just sit here Crying my eyes out over this dress Watching my anger hit the floor in shining, smaller teardrops I can't hold it together I can't do it anymore