what happens when love comes as rare as smiles?
im 16 years old. with 16 years of experience under my belt. with 16 years of traveling, learning, seeing hearing. and yet i have nothing to show for that. im oblivious to everything thats around me. i know nothing of the world that i could have by now.
its hard to tell the things i need to say, its hard to show feelings that i am unable to convey. but jealousys an awful thing to be but i cant seem to help it i fell for you harder than i ever knew and now im here being what i am an enemy of. those stupid couples who think their lives are perfect just becuase they think they have their perfect, their perfect everything, their perfect element. hypocritical gestures flow from my hands and it hurts a whole lot but im not letting go, im like a sponge, every word you say, every breath you take, i take with me. it hurts a whole lot, seems barely missed at all. and chances of wasted memories are out the door, and your still on the floor, waiting, waiting for me, asking me to help you up, asking me to be your shoulder. well its me who needs the shoulder this time. but where are you? where are you when i need you? what do you do when the shoulder you aways want to go to is the shoulder thats killing you? whats going to happen when love comes as rare as smiles?
and even through all of this, theres been nothing new. but ive tried. and i just cant blame you for being you. your the boy that cried wolf, the boy whos had too many chances...its just sad to see that instead of you, the moon and i share all of these late night dances, but although that may be...for the last few months iv contemplated why im still here. not here as in living, but here in the situation i am in. the tears ive shed...oh so many. and poeple wonder why i havent "moved on" because he made me cry...but he didnt make me cry..i made me cry. and for everytime my face got beat red, for every time i curled into the fetal position in the corner of my bed, wishing i could be anywhere but here, and for every tear i ever shed...in every tear ive ever cried, i knew that in every tear, was a part of him too, his best, and his worst, put into salty droplets of nonsence. and knowing how weak this is, i would rather fight with them, call them names, hit them, scream at the top of my lungs until they explode with such passion only the angels and minnions could hear in their most wildest dreams
poeple wonder why poeple do certain things, hobbies, habits, anything. its not because reality changes, not for worse nor better, but because it is simply different.
i was walking the other day. randomly taking pictures. i tried something different and took black and white photos. and i wondered if poeple will one day, stop...and realize how pathetic they truely are. when people finally realize that, most of the world is not in color. but the same shade of discusting gray. when people finally realize thats its not the poeple or situations around you that change the color of your mood ring. but you are. you're the one that can make it stop changing.
i guess im off to dance for now ...ta ta
its hard to tell the things i need to say, its hard to show feelings that i am unable to convey. but jealousys an awful thing to be but i cant seem to help it i fell for you harder than i ever knew and now im here being what i am an enemy of. those stupid couples who think their lives are perfect just becuase they think they have their perfect, their perfect everything, their perfect element. hypocritical gestures flow from my hands and it hurts a whole lot but im not letting go, im like a sponge, every word you say, every breath you take, i take with me. it hurts a whole lot, seems barely missed at all. and chances of wasted memories are out the door, and your still on the floor, waiting, waiting for me, asking me to help you up, asking me to be your shoulder. well its me who needs the shoulder this time. but where are you? where are you when i need you? what do you do when the shoulder you aways want to go to is the shoulder thats killing you? whats going to happen when love comes as rare as smiles?
and even through all of this, theres been nothing new. but ive tried. and i just cant blame you for being you. your the boy that cried wolf, the boy whos had too many chances...its just sad to see that instead of you, the moon and i share all of these late night dances, but although that may be...for the last few months iv contemplated why im still here. not here as in living, but here in the situation i am in. the tears ive shed...oh so many. and poeple wonder why i havent "moved on" because he made me cry...but he didnt make me cry..i made me cry. and for everytime my face got beat red, for every time i curled into the fetal position in the corner of my bed, wishing i could be anywhere but here, and for every tear i ever shed...in every tear ive ever cried, i knew that in every tear, was a part of him too, his best, and his worst, put into salty droplets of nonsence. and knowing how weak this is, i would rather fight with them, call them names, hit them, scream at the top of my lungs until they explode with such passion only the angels and minnions could hear in their most wildest dreams
poeple wonder why poeple do certain things, hobbies, habits, anything. its not because reality changes, not for worse nor better, but because it is simply different.
i was walking the other day. randomly taking pictures. i tried something different and took black and white photos. and i wondered if poeple will one day, stop...and realize how pathetic they truely are. when people finally realize that, most of the world is not in color. but the same shade of discusting gray. when people finally realize thats its not the poeple or situations around you that change the color of your mood ring. but you are. you're the one that can make it stop changing.
i guess im off to dance for now ...ta ta