SayanoraDon't you dare shed another tear,
I don't want to hear another word from you, "dear".
Spare me from another one of your lies,
I'm seeing you from all new eyes.
You and me,
we weren't meant to be.
From the beginning,
all you did was hide behind your falsehoods,
I could never tell when a truth was told,
but my heart was yours to hold.
Life goes on,
But you're never winning me back,
when all you do is attack.
Don't accuse me of not caring,
don't accuse me of not being there,
and don't accuse me of breaking your heart.
I never set out to hurt you,
but it seemed like you did.
You changed me,
and I feel worse now
than I ever did.
And because of that,
I have to go.
I have a life to get back.
stay out of my life...
november.the day i was born was not a day of sparkling stars and soft-spoken lullabies, of rose-colored memories and warm autumn hearts. time did not stand still, but instead slipped between shrill cries and bitter words. but i would not know; i was not there. i cannot remember my first breath, and i cannot remember what i saw the first time i opened my eyes. but perhaps i never really learned to breathe perhaps my eyes never opened after all.november.3 years ago in Write Memoirs More Like This
when i turned five, i discovered the art of being alone.
i learned that there is no celebration song when you are twenty-three hundred miles from where you belong and your family has fluttered off into the sky. i was trapped at the foot of a stranger's bed, a salty ocean tide dripping down my face. though i had no candles to put out, i figured memories of a thirteen-year-old's cigarette smoke were substitute enough i wished california would fall into the sea so this desert would feel more home.
when i turned six,
SamanthaSamantha3 years ago in Written Entries More Like This
"Not for all the roses in the world would I want to be with you."
That is what she had said to him. Then she had thrown away Leya, the most beautiful rose from his garden, whose broken, blood-red petals suddenly resembled his broken heart at her feet. His brains couldn't find words to describe what he felt, and even then his mouth would not have been able to pronounce them, so fatal was the shock of it all.
With empty hands and empty eyes John returned to his garden and sat down between his roses. Together they mourned for Leya, whom he had given away in this mad frenzy that humans called love.
Yes, John was human, too, but he did not understand the world that was meant to be his home. All he understood were roses, where the promise made by their beautiful looks never failed to apply to their personality also. They were his friends; he cared greatly for them. And this made the loss of Leya all the more painful.
The roses tried to console him, for although they missed Leya they didn't b
Dear Teen MeSo I've been working on this whole autobiography thing, and I think it's time we had a little talk.Dear Teen Me1 year ago in Adult More Like This
As I'm writing this, I have been reviewing our life and what all we have or haven't done with it and quite frankly, I'm a little concerned. You see, at the point this letter should reach you, you will be starting high school in a month or so, and I'm very disappointed with how it went the first time around, so maybe you could make it a little better for me?
Listen, I know what you've been through, I mean, you are me, right? Look, those things in the past? They matter, they really do, and they will affect how you treat other people. I know you're trying desperately to act like they don't and I know you miss Patrick really bad right now, but there's not much either of us can do. He stays in Alaska, we lose contact with him and there's nothing either of you can do. I'm certain at this point it was his dad that made those letters stop.
Our "family" is a bunch of horrible people who have made