AlmostNearlySane

You're there. And I'm here. And we're supposed to be meeting in the middle but your mind is somewhere other Than there. Or here. Or that little middle bit. I feel like I dropped something. I'm scrambling on the floor, trying to find it, Because you switched the light off. A door closes in front of me. And you're still here but I get this feeling you don't want to be. You're asking questions but they're not as carefree as they used to be. And then I realise. You can stop being polite now. You open the door and walk out, but you drop something on the way. You won't miss it. I pick it up because the door has shut and the light is

Those are the words that you said to me. That was our song. Those are the arms that wrapped around me and made me safe. That's the name that you always called me. In your hands is the heart that slowly breaks. All the words are still in my head, echoing. You haven't taken them back. But I think I've stopped believing them. All the warnings they gave. I shook them off because I believed that you did too. I don't want them, their words and their arms. I want you to tell me that it's going to be ok. You never did tell me that thing you forgot. I never did send you that song you wanted. Maybe if I hadn't… Maybe if I had…

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Dear Mr. Right, It has come to my attention that you are not here at this moment in time. This is not a recent realisation for I have been aware of your absence for the majority of my life – only a few times have I mistaken others for yourself. It is only at this time, although I am still not sure of the meaning as to the suddenness of this, that I have a certain desire of your entrance into my life, however small or in whatever context, neither would be of importance, and practicality would certainly not be an issue, assuming, of course, you would remain similar to the little I know of you. Speak soon, Me x

If only everything were as simple as This song. Our heartbeats would be synchronised. Our fingers entwined. Our distance no issue. We wouldn't care. We wouldn't follow. We wouldn't lead. We would wander. We would hope. We would escape. Simple. Easy.

Spirals and swirls and white roses And spinning in the grass And going faster and faster. Falling back and Landing in your embrace. Sitting by the red and the pink and the fading blue And being still And old films and duets we never sung Because we simply forgot And ivy And daisies in chains on pink. Flowing dresses I never wore Always white. Never ending dreaming Love and life and living and dreams. So many dreams. Dancing and singing and kissing. Laughing. Smiling.

Take your time I’m not waiting Stand in line Always faking Smoothing over Sanding down 4-leafed clover Starts to drown Making space Making money Smiles on faces Sweet as honey Move along Wait your turn Sing a song You’ll never learn Tears dripping Tempers breaking Handholds slipping Always faking

Why does everything always change? You finally get to know your life; get to know people and things around, fall into a repetitive but altogether comfortable circle of events. It is all familiar. And then something plunges you into a sea of uncertainty. They say you have to stand up on your own two feet. In a world so crowded, you will always tread on someone else’s toes. People say that, yes, after a while the old becomes the new, and the stuff you thought was a mystery becomes what you are used to, and your old solidarity returns. You lose track of the past, forget to talk to old friends, lose yourself in what used to be familiar sur

Dear You, Hello. I wanted to say that to you. I wanted to say it to your face, but I couldn’t find you the other night. I didn’t, though, and so I thought I should write you a letter. There was another thing I wanted to say to you too. It was ‘I miss you’. And I do. I haven’t spoken to you for a while, and that makes me sad. Because I like talking to you. You make me feel giggly and girly and you make me feel special. Because you always look at me like I am your equal. And you always smile at me when I come over and ask how you are. It’s just small talk, but someday it will grow up to be big, if it eats its gre

you said it you spoke it you promised you broke it i heat up i flare up i scream loud you glare black if looks can kill you drop down i stand still who would know you don't move i blink twice it's too late my words are ice slow torture i can speak you come up i make you weak think you're hard your friends don't can't stop now you know i won't who's big now i make you shrink before you bitch at me Stop. Think.

Heartbroken, cold, he's loved and lost Every joy comes with a cost She loved him most, he knew that too But now it's over, they were due In separate rooms, in separate lives They deeply stare with separate eyes The hearts that used to beat as one Look for the link now where there's none She burned a hole deep in his chest And now he finds it hard to rest As she lays, lonely, in her bed Wondering what's in his head That right walked with him out the door When she said they would be no more But she knows he needs a friend To soothe him through this tragic end Though with this loss comes one more gain Hope for a new love will re

Now that I'm older, even if it's just one more year, things seem to be getting better. Now that I'm older I feel brave enough to face the fact that I'm alone Now I can accept that life's not going to give me what I want Now knowing that maybe you're not the one for me kind of looks less horrible. Now I'm seventeen, but is like my heart was replaced with a shinny new one. Now I can listen to you and feel like I'm not as small as I thought. Now I can finally deal with the fact that the only one that can make me happy, is me. Now I'm seventeen, watch out world cause if every birthday from now is going to be this way, no one's going to be

you see no mark upon my skin you see no tear in my eye you see no sign of pain therefor I must not be in pain I must not cry myself to sleep at night or wake up screaming because of haunted dreams I must not pull the blade across my skin and hope that one day it drives in deeper I must not fear the darkness or shudder at the thought of silence I must not hide myself from life and prying eyes that judge your worth as a person upon the shine of your smile you hear no gasp escape my mouth you hear no horror tale from my past you hear no words of pain therefor I must not be in pain I must not scream so loud it's silent o