blank and so beautiful, beige and benign
if you read anything of mine... read this:
laying out under the stars in the middle of my driveway,
freezing our asses off and talking about how we'll always be friends,
and nothing can tear us apart.
Warm summer pool parties, with wet towels and brown shoulders,
crying for 3 hours straight not talking, just arms locked into a fierce hug,
drenched in sweat from the concert of our lives.
walking to the fair and wandering around with mass amounts of snow cones and cotton candy.
slurpy 4th of july where we watched them demonstrate their "goth" moves.
all alone with a red face, watching the white rock mountains sizzle and the black lake shimmer.
drunken wax spilling and deep dark secrets, big mistakes on a trampoline.
canoeing in the pond, when we were half sinking.
jumping in with all of our clothes on.
she died on christmas fucking eve.
thoughts of dying as I stared into the blue abyss, then jumped in with a howl of laughter.
"gina get outside, you laugh so loud i could here you 2 doors down"
the spotty dottie club and our own little dreamworlds, i was clover she was paw. we had stamps.
we were mermaids and anything else you could imagine
bubbles in the air, bubbles in the street, bubbles in our hair.
condom, whip cream, carrot, pillow, air freshener, highlighter, orange, cinnamon/pepper, water balloon wars... very dangerous.
unsuccessful seances, and teeth brushing contests
thinking that high school would be great.
liking him sooooo fucking much, but never speaking to him.
screaming obscenities such as: PENIS, CUNT, FUCK, SHIT, WHORE as loud as humanly possible.
tubing, and some more tubing.
being there when her dog died.
when he was fat.
when he was skinny.
football in the middle of the street with an absolute stranger.
sitting on my couch for 25 hours straight, with chocolate and movies.
tequila, and some more tequila at my kitchen table.
that guy punched GERARD WAY in the MOUTH on stage.
drinking in her bathroom, smoking on her porch and making orgasm sounds in her bed.
playing video games, drinking "smart"
getting caught drinking at her house.
being seen for who i think i am, and who i really am.
i love the past, and it makes me muy triste to think about it.
i miss old friends, and i miss having faith and trust in people.
i miss pissing myself because i laughed so hard.
i miss innocence and not so innocence.
i miss her, and her and her.
i miss standing up for myself and what i believe in
i miss thinking there was a Jeffry the sniper/ heaven and hell/ neverland/ narnia.
god damn.
laying out under the stars in the middle of my driveway,
freezing our asses off and talking about how we'll always be friends,
and nothing can tear us apart.
Warm summer pool parties, with wet towels and brown shoulders,
crying for 3 hours straight not talking, just arms locked into a fierce hug,
drenched in sweat from the concert of our lives.
walking to the fair and wandering around with mass amounts of snow cones and cotton candy.
slurpy 4th of july where we watched them demonstrate their "goth" moves.
all alone with a red face, watching the white rock mountains sizzle and the black lake shimmer.
drunken wax spilling and deep dark secrets, big mistakes on a trampoline.
canoeing in the pond, when we were half sinking.
jumping in with all of our clothes on.
she died on christmas fucking eve.
thoughts of dying as I stared into the blue abyss, then jumped in with a howl of laughter.
"gina get outside, you laugh so loud i could here you 2 doors down"
the spotty dottie club and our own little dreamworlds, i was clover she was paw. we had stamps.
we were mermaids and anything else you could imagine
bubbles in the air, bubbles in the street, bubbles in our hair.
condom, whip cream, carrot, pillow, air freshener, highlighter, orange, cinnamon/pepper, water balloon wars... very dangerous.
unsuccessful seances, and teeth brushing contests
thinking that high school would be great.
liking him sooooo fucking much, but never speaking to him.
screaming obscenities such as: PENIS, CUNT, FUCK, SHIT, WHORE as loud as humanly possible.
tubing, and some more tubing.
being there when her dog died.
when he was fat.
when he was skinny.
football in the middle of the street with an absolute stranger.
sitting on my couch for 25 hours straight, with chocolate and movies.
tequila, and some more tequila at my kitchen table.
that guy punched GERARD WAY in the MOUTH on stage.
drinking in her bathroom, smoking on her porch and making orgasm sounds in her bed.
playing video games, drinking "smart"
getting caught drinking at her house.
being seen for who i think i am, and who i really am.
i love the past, and it makes me muy triste to think about it.
i miss old friends, and i miss having faith and trust in people.
i miss pissing myself because i laughed so hard.
i miss innocence and not so innocence.
i miss her, and her and her.
i miss standing up for myself and what i believe in
i miss thinking there was a Jeffry the sniper/ heaven and hell/ neverland/ narnia.
god damn.