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I really don't know where my head has been lately. Honestly have the time i find myself spacing out just thinking about things. Time is really starting to pass quickly, of course thats normal considering the time of year it is with school ending and such. The weeks just keep passing more and more quickly. I do have to start trying at school though. I've realised how much I am starting to blow off school and I usually get good grades but I find myself getting really nervous for interims. I think that I am physically and emotionally exaughsted, cheerleading just ended and I think my body is just finally starting to unwind. I mean I fell asleep reading at 3:30 in the afternoon the other day. And mentally I just have been really out of it lately.
It's staying warm! I thought for sure that the weather was just going to be cruel and be warm for a few day and then just to piss us off go away. But its really starting to feel like summer and summer always has a way of making me smile. Thats when all of the best (and worst) memories are made. I can't wait.. I'm hoping for a better summer than last but who knows.
I'm proud of myself for actually writing in this because I thought I would write in it like once and then forget about it..
I'll post this poem that I wrote just because I can and I have nothing else so fill the space with.. Tell me what you think!!
You’re the predictable one,
but only few see through you’re habitual act.
You’ve got it all,
the smile, the wink, those eyes,
they fall for it every time.
I cringe when I sit back
and watch the helpless people you manipulate.
The way the nervous girl plays with her hair when you’re around
resembles the way you play with her,
just giving you something to do, a meaningless act.
You give them false hope
which sits elegantly on their fingers
and around their necks.
How do you feel when you devastate another naive girl?
Did you get bored with another toy again?
I hope you see the hurt in her eyes,
Those eyes
that used to shine when you spoke,
are dull cloudy spheres.
Her lips
that only passed words of praise about you,
now quiver to hold back sobs.
Her legs
that used to run just for an empty embrace
will soon buckle spilling her emotions across the floor.
You see it,
I know you do.
But you are ignorant to the chaos you make.
You carefully step over the mess
making sure not to be touched by the emotion,
and touch up your painted on smile.
A new toy is waiting.
And I’ll be watching.
Watching another girl fall for
predictable
you.
It's staying warm! I thought for sure that the weather was just going to be cruel and be warm for a few day and then just to piss us off go away. But its really starting to feel like summer and summer always has a way of making me smile. Thats when all of the best (and worst) memories are made. I can't wait.. I'm hoping for a better summer than last but who knows.
I'm proud of myself for actually writing in this because I thought I would write in it like once and then forget about it..
I'll post this poem that I wrote just because I can and I have nothing else so fill the space with.. Tell me what you think!!
You’re the predictable one,
but only few see through you’re habitual act.
You’ve got it all,
the smile, the wink, those eyes,
they fall for it every time.
I cringe when I sit back
and watch the helpless people you manipulate.
The way the nervous girl plays with her hair when you’re around
resembles the way you play with her,
just giving you something to do, a meaningless act.
You give them false hope
which sits elegantly on their fingers
and around their necks.
How do you feel when you devastate another naive girl?
Did you get bored with another toy again?
I hope you see the hurt in her eyes,
Those eyes
that used to shine when you spoke,
are dull cloudy spheres.
Her lips
that only passed words of praise about you,
now quiver to hold back sobs.
Her legs
that used to run just for an empty embrace
will soon buckle spilling her emotions across the floor.
You see it,
I know you do.
But you are ignorant to the chaos you make.
You carefully step over the mess
making sure not to be touched by the emotion,
and touch up your painted on smile.
A new toy is waiting.
And I’ll be watching.
Watching another girl fall for
predictable
you.