When you're staring across the room what do you see? Is it really only her... Or are you just imagining me?
These pagesI write aremore than whatyou see... Because I am a keeper of my dreams, and a hoarder of my memories.
I lay here tonightin another insomniac dream. Thinking about another time where it's just you and only me.
You filled me uplike a lead balloon, but I couldn't floatwhen I was full of you. I would risebut then I'd fall,because to you I was nothing at all.It just wasn't fairI wanted to fly,to touch the air and to kiss the sky. So I begged youuntil I cried, and you screamedbut finally sighed. You … Continue reading Lead Balloon
I miss feeling naive.I miss feeling innocent.I miss feeling unbroken.I want to be put back together,like pieces in a puzzle.But I can't.However...I can become who I always wantedand imagined myself to be. An even better me.
I am alwayslooking for the broken ones... The ones who are like me. But who am Ito fix theirproblems...When my ownI try to flee.
I saw you before you ever saw me... And it took you years to finally see... But now it's my fault I'm not where you want me to be... Living my own lifebeautifully free.
If it makes your hurt easier to handle... You can tell yourself that I failed you. Because I guessin some ways...I actually did.
This is who I am,I’m not hiding anymore.I’m staring at my reflection,Seeing more than I did before.I'm not what you call me,So your comments I'll ignore.I'm more than just a pretty faceAnd not just a fucking whore.
You were beautiful... The way your hair was whipped softy by the wind. The way your face was colored by the sun. The way your body was silhouetted by the ocean. You were free... You were full of light... You were beautiful... And you are me.