November 2011
3 posts
Praying
Wishing with every fiber of my being that when I walk out of class tomorrow you’ll be sitting there on those steps like you used too. Waiting for me. Considering a hundred different scenarios of how I should react when I see you, if I see you. Just turn and walk away or talk to you as if none of it ever happened. But then again you probably wouldn’t even bother to make an appearance...
Trying to be strong.
I’m so mad at you. I just want to kick and scream because I have all this residual anger inside of me. If I were alone with you..honestly? I don’t even know what I would do. I really want to pour a glass of water in your face or just scream at you. Maybe even cause a scene and storm away just to see if you would come after me. But do you know what I really want to do? What I keep...
I miss being with someone who knew me better than...
Whenever I would feel like shit and I would take it out on you. When I would ask you whether or not you knew why I was mad because in all honesty I wouldn’t even know myself. When you would reach into my thoughts and phrase exactly what I was feeling and why I was hurting and then even…apologize for it. Moments like those made me think that we we’re going to last.