I have to get over you.
I need to get over you.
I don’t think it’s healthy
to constantly think about someone so much.
To miss them this much.
It’s kind of sad and pathetic.

I put up this front,
like everything’s cool
but you don’t know.
You just don’t know
all the feelings running inside. 

(Source: awsmgrl)

I see you with other people.
I see that you have moved on
and yet here I am, still
unable to move on.
Refusing to let you go,
to let go of what I feel for you.
To invest my time, my feelings, and myself in someone else.
I mean cause if you can do it then why can’t I, right?
There’s plenty of fish in the sea
but they’re never good enough for me
because I’m looking for you in each one I see.

[2/24/11 - 8:57pm] 

(Source: awsmgrl)

All that time we spent was in vain.
In the end, every tear that fell
and all the heartache
wasn’t worth the pain. 

[12/15/10 - 7:38pm]

(Source: awsmgrl)

Its funny how at the drop of a hat,
I’m there whenever you want or need me.
All you have to do is tell me the time & place and I’m there, no questions asked.
But when it’s the other way around,
there’s always an excuse.
There always has to be a reason for why I want to see you. It can never be just because.
So what do you want from me this time around?

Guess I’ll find out tomorrow when I see you.

(Source: awsmgrl)

There are still questions you’ve left unanswered,
Things I still don’t understand
And just because I’ve come to terms with you’re reasoning,
Doesn’t mean I’m over it
But if you’re happy then I am too, for you,
Because I only want and wish the best for you,
Even if it’s not with me.

(Source: awsmgrl)

Your kisses set my body on fire.
Your touch leave me begging for more.
Come on take me higher,
I don’t want to spend another night alone.

(Source: awsmgrl)

Just wrote this off the top of my head. It sounds like it could be something if fixed it a little. =]

secrets like this just can’t be kept
secrets like this must be said

secrets secrets
we’re all living lies
secrets secrets
we never have time

to tell the truth is always a question
we never decide nonetheless mention
the things that we hide from one another
the secrets and lies we keep from each other

secrets secrets
we’re all living lies
secrets secrets
we never have time

living in theft is never ideal
that’s the reason i never make deals
with strangers like you
who’re never real
so my question to you
how do you feel?

(Source: awsmgrl)

I love writing (my own personal stuf that is). Writing is one of my many escapes and as a way to express myself (when I’m bored, sad, happy, mad, lonely, scared… etc) when I don’t feel like doing so thru my drawings or something of the like. I wrote this piece like in August (or something like that) of last year.

“pressure pressure FREAKIN pressure
agh! I dont know what to do
feels like im being pressured in to knowing
exactly what im supposed to do
cornering me into the depths of my mind
where fear and reality cross a line
I’ve come to the point
where I just dont know what I want anymore
I’m trying to go one way but im being pulled
to go another

I’m being put on a pedestal
in which people expect things from me
& maybe my biggest downfall is trying to please them
whats that doing for me?
I dont feel happy
the way I should be

I want to quit but exactly what am I quitting?”

Even though the previous wasn’t much,
there was something about her touch
that sent little shocks all over the place.
From the way she held my hand to
the way she kissed my lips.

I had all the right reactions
and all the wrong thoughts.
My body was with her
but my mind was on you,
thinking how these lips that I
kissed were not the same I knew.

Little did she know
it was you that missed.
You that I imagined
and it was all pure bliss.

I don’t need no reassurance
for I see it with my own eyes.
Replaced is what I’ve been,
don’t need to tell me lies.