(v) to take a break, to clear one's head; "to walk in the wind."

Yesterday’s Feelings

You gave me a different kind of summer that day. That time. We weren’t how we were like before.

Did you ever notice? Or did you simply just not care?

I remember sitting down next to you on a small couch in a renovated basement with a couple other people. It was cramped, but I didn’t mind, if it meant sitting closer to you. We watched old cartoons probably from the mid-1900’s and a few terrible movies from the later years. I remember how we couldn’t help but laugh and make vulgar jokes from time to time as we kept watching. I remember how your face lit up when you guffawed over a witty remark I made. We laughed so hard our stomachs started hurting. And even though the other kids were too little to understand our somewhat suggestive banters, we shrugged them off anyway and continued at our own distance.

We calmed down a few moments after and you rested your head upon my shoulder. It used to be small moments like this that got me so worked up on you. I remember how I always felt electricity whenever your skin brushed against mine, even if it was just for an almost second. You layed your arm on my lap and I don’t think you had any idea how much I wanted to hold to your hand and remember all the feelings I tried to suppress. All I ever wanted was inches in front of me and all I had to do was reach out and grab for it. But I didn’t. I knew I couldn’t. I knew you didn’t love me the same way. Not anymore. Or maybe, not even ever.

It’s sad to think that this has probably been my favorite moment from us last year. That time. We used to consist of so much more. But you see, I don’t think being the reason behind someone else’s smile could ever compare. It wasn’t even just anybody. It was you who I made happy. And that’s what made it so special. You were so special. I’m not sure what ever happened to us, but you are my least favorite-best memory. And that’s all we’ll ever be now– a beautifully tragic memory. Read the rest of this entry »

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I Guess It’s Over

“Happy Sweet 16th!” they said.

But how come sixteen isn’t all that sweet.

It’s more like bitterness from my thoughts,

And sourness from your ‘love’.

And I wish I was 9 again–

Thinking and believing that sixteen would be a dream;

A dream I lived now that was more of a nightmare.

16 was the age when all of it came to an end.

When I realized happily ever afters did not exist in this princess’ fairy tale.

I didn’t think this day would come so soon.

I’ve always wished that I could be that princess for you.

You have no idea.

To me, you were worth more than diamonds on my crown

And stacks of gold bars treasured in a vault.

I don’t think anybody has ever loved you the way I did.

And there you are–

Riding on a horse with your hair in the wind

And arms wrapped around your waist

By another girl

On the back seat.

And suddenly I no longer feel like a princess,

But rather the dirt being galloped upon

By you and her.

I’d search lands for another Prince Charming.

But I know in my heart that I was never really a princess.

I was only a damsel in distress–

Locked up in a castle,

Years waiting and waiting to be rescued

By someone

Who turns out

To not be you.
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Wish You Hadn’t Started

I was the young budding rose once beautiful.

Sprinkled down and cared by the droplets from your rain cloud.

You helped me grow.

You grew with me.

I changed because of your sunlight,

Your soil that grounded me down.

You were the oxygen I took in,

Gentle breezes that touched me softly.

Now that days have gone

And I have grown.

I made fingers bleed by anyone who picked near.

Fooled fraud beauty–

Didn’t they see that I had thorns?

Petals unfurling,

I am wilting.

No longer taken care of by the one who cared for the most.

Day by day.

Almost turned grey and dead.

So much growth and beauty squandered.

Why did you have to stop watering me?

If only you never stopped caring for me.

Game Over, We Lose.

I am mad at myself.

You gave me a hundred reasons to not like you,

But somehow I still found beauty 

In this wall you built between us;

With all the secrets behind the bricks. 

I counted the years like prison tallies.

And when my time was up,

I still have not escaped.

I am still in the same prison cell-

Behind the bars you put me in.

We were what almost been.

And now you are my what could have been,

Because I am giving up on you.

And I don’t know how I could do that-

How I could love someone so much for so long

Only to walk away.

But then I look at you.

And now I understand.

I know we never said it,

But I know you must have felt something. Anything.

You see,

I know you are that quiet kid at the back of the classroom.

I know you do not get noticed a lot.

Or as much as you think.

I know you spend late nights having parties


In the silence of your room

With a video game in your hand

And voices pounding, saying

You aren’t good enough.

I know you’re a hopeless romantic

And you dream of being dreamed by someone else.

But did you not realize that you were my dream?


If only you knew the secrets behind this wall you built up.

I wish I hadn’t been so scared to break it down.

I wish you hadn’t been such a coward.

And now look at us.

So much love

Wasted. Gone.

All because of our walls.

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When a mirror falls and shatters, it will always remain shattered. No matter how hard you try to put it’s pieces back together, no matter how hard you try to fix it, the cracks will always be there. It would always look like a broken mirror whole. And now I understand. I always try so hard to move on. I try so hard to forget you. I tried everything I could think of. And I’m still not over everything. I wish I had not fallen so hard. I wish I had not broken into pieces so small I could not even feel sometimes anymore. I wish I had not shattered because of you. And I know now I’ll always be this way– pieces put together with cracks that cut through. I will always be that broken mirror whole.

Wasted Pennies Thrown In Wells

If I could store my prayers in jars like fireflies–

If I could show you how much I wanted you,

How much I wished for you,

How much I loved you,

Maybe you’d understand

Why the fireflies beamed brighter

Than stars in evening skies

Because all I wanted was for you

To want me 

Like I

Wanted you.

New Beginnings

The sun was gone.

And we were stars in the dark

That shined in neon lights

And boundless feelings

Of carefree raised hands.

Losing themselves to the permissible poison

That slid down their throats.


I don’t know if I was lost in the clouds because

Of the heavy smoke that filled the room,

Or the sea of people I drowned in

Searching for you.


Dancing under the moonlight

With strangers of another kind,

Whose hands ran down my sides

Like wandering children without a map.


I’m sorry I pushed them away.

I just wanted to be explored

With someone of a genuine desire

For wanderlust.


The clock strikes eleven p.m.

Shooting stars flamed passed me

And I did not get the kiss of cliche teenage love songs.

But that’s alright;

Because the wolf still looked up to the gleaming full moon,

And howled loudly for me anyway.

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He Doesn’t Care

As I spray on the last drop of cologne,

I wish the ounces of love in my heart–

The ounces still left and kept there for you,

Would disappear

As fast as my cologne ran out.

My cologne was saved up for special events.

And so I question

Why I’m still keeping you,

When I am your empty bottle anyway.


I need to be the controller of the game.

I cannot let the game control me.

There are no restarts.

There are no second lives.

If love was the game we played,

I’ve already died.