• Archive for July 8th, 2012

    Dazed and Confused

    by  • July 8, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Confession • 0 Comments

    I don’t know why I still think of you when I have a boyfriend who cares about me more than you ever did. I don’t really know why I’m in a relationship in the first place, but that has nothing to do with you. Or maybe it does… I don’t know why I considered you

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    All you are is a part of my past now

    by  • July 8, 2012 • Relief • 0 Comments

    Honestly you were supposed to be my best friend instead you turned out to be a backstabbing bitch. Why was it always necessary for you to be competing with me for guys ? Did you not think I would finally get fed up? Well that’s what happened. You took things too far and started flirting

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    Pain

    by  • July 8, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Thoughts • 0 Comments

    Dear Chey, you know I’m in love with you. I know your bi, but lean more twords men. I know you had a smut dream about my cousin. That doesn’t stop the flutter in my chest every time I think about you. That doesn’t stop the pain I have we you tell someone else you

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    Dear Dad

    by  • July 8, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Children • 0 Comments

    Dad, You’ve been missing for over a year. It’s funny how this bothers me more as a twenty-year-old girl than it ever did when I was a kid. Where are you? Dad, I live on my own now. I live in Austin, Texas in a little apartment. One of the girls lives with me, too.

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    every time

    by  • July 8, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Heartbreak • 1 Comment

    i look at your pictures i immediately feel sad; i don’t know if it’s my own sadness from missing you so much or you really are sad and somehow i’m able to sense it; i see it in your eyes, it doesn’t matter how bright and wide your smile, your eyes look sad to me;

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    My Golden Rose

    by  • July 8, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Waxing Poetic • 0 Comments

    I have got to quit the hoping, looking forward; mind eloping. This imagination is a castle glowing tight like the stars in a light polluted sky: hidden behind a dome of civilization. Inside the dome we cannot see it. Out of sight, out of mind and evicted from the list of wonders carried around crumpled

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