Hi. I like cats.
Hi. I love you.
I'm going to try and come over this summer because I miss my partner in crime<3 Maybe I'll just go do a road trip with my friend Briana and then you can meet her!
asdfghjkl; stop being so gorgeous and flawless BY THE WAY
you're very first best friend ever.
P.S. California (and my bed) isn't the same without you there.
Oh I miss you and California too much! If you do, you definitely have a place to stay and I’ll probably have my car by den! Bring me back In N’ Out (:<
and if you don’t come down here, I’m deff flying back up. There’s no question to it.
SAY WHAAT. Gurl, I was built on flaws. If you would stop hogging all the beautiful in this world, I might actually have some self confidence D:
“If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand. I hope you find out what you want. I already know what I am. And if it makes you less sad, we’ll start talking again. And you can tell me how vile I already know that I am. I’ll grow old and start acting my age. I’ll be a brand new day in a life that you hate. A crown of gold. A heart that’s harder than stone. And it hurts a whole lot, but it’s missed when it’s gone. Call me a safe bet. I’m betting I’m not. I’m glad that you can forgive. I’m only hoping as time goes, you can forget. If it makes you less sad, I’ll move out of the state. You can keep to yourself. I’ll keep out of your way. And if it makes you less sad, I’ll take your pictures all down. Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out. It’s cold as a tomb, and it’s dark in your room, when I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds. So call it quits or get a grip. Say you wanted a solution. You just wanted to be missed. Call me a safe bet. I’m betting I’m not. I’m glad that you can forgive. I’m only hoping as time goes, you can forget… You are calm and reposed. Let your beauty unfold. Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones. Spring keeps you ever close. You are second hand smoke. You are so fragile and thin. Standing trial for your sins. Holding onto yourself the best you can. You are the smell before rain. You are the blood in my veins. Call me a safe bet. I’m betting I’m not. I’m glad that you can forgive. I’m only hoping as time goes, you can forget.”—
Suddenly, a cloud must have cut a hole in my head, When i was tangled all in your words. How quick to forget, We are, With eyes unimpressed You’re sealing the conversations. And are you wondering how things could be? Just staring at the surface, When all the walls have tendencies. But it’s not your fault when no one taught you how.
I’m glad you know how to write a letter to practically a ghost but you’ve proved nothing. The day you pick up the phone and make an effort, is the day I’ll listen because sitting on your ass and saying the things you did isn’t going to make me happy. Telling the entire interweb that I’ve been a horrible person isn’t a way to win your best friend back. You and I both know that ignoring me or throwing me away just like you did Kriss, isn’t something I’m going to deal with but I’m glad you know how to play the victim.
It’s nice to know that you would give up on me, even when I didn’t know it was my fault. You can’t cry about how the world has given up on you. The world doesn’t know you’re angry.
And it’s not that you can’t show your emotions because you feel free to tell the internet and anyone else that gives you sympathy. Anyone that’s not me.
The next time you want to fix a problem, don’t cry. But I’m glad you know how to type a letter. It’s nice to know you’re self destructive and I’m glad to hear you had a replacement just in case I decided to destroy your life. Just in case I screamed at you to be safe. Just in case I didn’t love you like Meagan did. Just in case I forgot about building forts and watching disney movies and making faces at you from across the kitchen and drawing with chalk at wee hours of the night. Just in case I forgot that you were the reason I don’t cut myself. Or that without you, I wouldn’t be able to get over fuckheads that destroyed me or the fact that my mom used to beat me. Just in case I forgot I loved you.
I haven’t forgotten anything. I haven’t regretted anything. I haven’t gone a day without missing it. But I’m glad you know how to write a letter and pretend I don’t exist. Because you can live without me.
P.S. Never say anything about my sister again, Katie.
Make me, stretch my skin paper thin I’ve taken my head and drained it dry When butterflies fell like water out of my ears I screamed, “save the faith!” And all fell into place
Cup your hands until they break Don’t let them fall short of your fingers One slip and it’s all over Dead at dawn, I won’t live without them
and then i’m gona draw some bad ass picture of somebody with their head decapitated in their hands and wringing out butterflies like it’s a wet towel. “save the faith” will be written somewhere on it, but the whereabouts are unknown right now.
There’s proof of the wicked In ivory skies they hide, in her heart they play With wooden pistols With their stolen silhouettes of children before her She stands in circles and ends up back on the floor
Her skin lay torn while the worlds of devils shook in her words Her last story was written in silver And wasn’t meant to be read With delicate fingers, she told of unfolding minds, she told of nonsense She told of times when impracticalities latched to chapped lips And words meant something more than cold dreams
A morning glory destroyed, pages were torn and spread across the floorboards That we had called her heart These devil eyes were spoiled with worth She circled the world without moving from the floor
She looked for soft crystal, she looked for smells of the past She’ll sing in smoke filled rooms and hang on to her last Breath with sin behind her teeth The world will never know her story Before her last beat
She wrote in smoke and traced her fingers with little to no delicacy Her well rounded insanity would mean Seeing in dreams of green that don’t make much sense
When he walked by, she laughed a little louder And followed the sparkles of memories he left behind Soaking in whispers she used to talk to at night She found the balls to tell him she hated him
But that opportunity to fix herself was overshadowed By the curl of his tongue And at the sway of her back he made his mark
With wings of lace she thought she was beautiful If only for a dance She was more than poppies and torn dreams That didn’t quite make sense
When she slowly made her way to reality and hospital beds of white She found he meant more to her than she had wanted And she still meant no more than a gray t-shirt on his floor He hasn’t worn in years
When bound to times of butterflies and color changing mood rings She could only bite her pity and remember She could only dance in dreams