Rainy Day

i love rain. i love looking out the window and stare at the rain falling down. slanting rain, straight rain, rain that comes down in buckets, or sprinkly rain. what i don't love is, when my entire feet and socks and shoes are soaking wet from walking a freaking mile from the parking lot to my class. and every path on campus is flooded with water, so its impossible to avoid those puddles! i need to buy rain boots...

just leave

I don't think you care anymore.

Blue

sit still.
and
listen.

What now?

I'm walking, walking...walking. Laughter, smile, jokes, and infatuation. Yet everything turns up on a dead end street.

Maybe I hate you.

Dear you, maybe I hate you.
No I lied, I do not hate you. But I would like to say, "Go fuck your self until you bleed into a coma." No, I wouldn't do that either, that would be too mean for my standard. Why would I waste such energy on hating you. Why am I still wasting energy thinking about you? All the hurt you have caused me, I still can not let go. It's been a couple of years since we last interact. But I would like to see you again, put away the hurt, and fully embrace you and wish all the best for you. Maybe I'll be able to let go the hurt if I see you again. Maybe we can be friends again. We were childhood friends once, so lets come to some sort of closure, so I can stop hurting every time I see you in a picture and wishing that you'll trip and break your face. j/k!

Be still my heart,
for you can not falter.
Cease your tempo,
suppress your temptation,
and let me wither.

Bang Bang

My heart is beating out of control.
I drugged it with coffee on an empty stomach.

A love like this

I want a love like this. A love where I own nothing.
A love where I can safely turn to...with out guilt, selfishness, or fear.
A love in which I can be raw in.

Dear You

Maybe I do want to hold your hand.
Maybe you do make me smile.
Maybe I am starting to love the way you grin at me.
Just maybe's.

Tell me...

Would it be possible...do you think?...For each short time being together with you, I get a rush. But I would hit the epitome of inexplicable chemistry if you would just give me your consent.