I am an undergrad student at a small liberal arts school studying to get my degrees in Psychology and Spanish. I joined becuase I have something to say, and sometimes the people around me dont understand so I write, mainly in journals, but I write because if I didnt my head would be a mass confusion of pea soup. I am not a writer in the sense that i study and try my best, I often just write to write not knowing what I have written until i am finished, until everything i have inside my head seems quiet. |
I just wanted you there, to watch me,
i just wanted you there, to love me...
Here i am running in circle's,
looking for you...
On your face you wear a smile,
in your heart you shed a tear...
I sit here and slice myself,
i sit here and empty myself...
I love it,
lying at the bottom of the pool...
As i sit here
my muscles tense...
Opening the lid,
unwrapping the foil...
I love it,
lying at the bottom of the pool...
"what is love?"-she asked within.
"love is infinite in happiness, sorrow, fear...
I sit here and slice myself,
i sit here and empty myself...
When you lose someone its like your heart tears and there arent enough stitches in the world to repair it. however, as time goes on, the pain dulls, but it seems the memory lasts forever. |
My love for you is like a bubble; soft and fragile. please handle me with care. |
It is through the anger, fear, and challenges we face that i understand your love. |