Team-up Thursday: Sadness.

Okay... so maybe I'm a tad bit late. But it's okay, I was in Walnut, California for a swim meet. This week's theme was sadness. I took a more of a depressing route than Marina, but her picture was amazing as well.
Her's on top, mine on bottom.

They say to forgive and forget.

I'm such a forgetful person, I must admit that first before all.
In fact, I'm so mindless that I have to write things on my hand in order to remember them. Every single day, you'll see me with some sort of information on my hand, whether it be to turn something in, to go say hello to someone, or even my math assignment for the night. I just need it there to serve as a reminder because my days are busy, sometimes I forget to do the smallest of tasks. So today, I considered writing your name on my hand, that way I would never forget you.
Well.... I didn't.

I guess it's what they say.

"A picture is worth a thousand words."
I hope this picture is worth the thousand words that I want to say to you.



I'm done.

A short stanza of indescribable emotions.

How much would it cost
to repair this broken heart?
Because there is no amount of money I could pay
to refrain me from feeling so lost.
I want so badly to believe that my songs weren't just a perish of your time,
because I have wasted so much ink and effort on you,
but I guess it was true when people said you were so extremely self-centered,
because you left me feeling nothing but used.

Another endless song.

Am I nothing but a fading voice in your head?
Or a discontent feeling,
such as heartache where love is all you bled,
and received nothing in return.

Do you think that she adores you like I do?
Do you think her heart skips a beat when you walk into the room?
Would she give it up, give it all for you, if it were just to make you smile?
I think not. Because the only girl that would ever do this,
is right in front of you.

My chest had never pounded so hard,
until the day I heard the news.
How can someone make me feel so insignificant,
yet bring such a beautiful rush that I simply can't refuse?

Do you think that she adores you like I do?
Do you think she would ever lay down and die for you?
Would she give it up, give it all for you, if it were just to make this stop?
I think not. Because the only girl that would ever do this,
is right in front of you.

You tell me that I'm magnificent,
but could these all just be your never-ending lies?
You tell me that our feelings are so close to being mutual,
but all you're proving are your needs for these ever continuous goodbyes.

Do you think she could ever give a fuck about you like I do?
Do you think she would go countless nights of no sleep, just thinking about so many different ways to keep you?
Do you think she would pour her heart out, and hand it to you for absolutely no pay?
Would she turn her head the other way
just to prevent herself from feeling her throbbing pain,
and say she would give it up, give it all for you, just to end her everlasting and unbearable torture: the thought of losing you?
... Every ounce in my body thinks not. Because the only girl that would ever do this,
was right in front of you.

These goosebumps have never brought me so much false hope,
and these stars have never carried so many of my tears.
They say that love is something that not every boy wants,
and that love is so much more difficult to exchange than it ever seems to appear.
And I was trying so hard to prove them all wrong,
but all I've been left with is another sleepless night,
another crack in this pitiful heart,
and for you: another stupid, endless song.

Team-up Thursday: Color.

This week's theme was color. I was lucky enough to be able to go to Oregon last weekend, with the most colorful of flowers blooming at the beginning of Spring. Marina's picture is amazing as well.
Hers on top, mine on bottom.

An ocean away.

We're an ocean away and a twilight apart,
if the clouds would disappear
we could look at the stars,
& every single brilliant spec would represent a piece of my heart.

But these clouds bring me a paramount happiness;
feelings of confidentiality and thought.
yet how long before emptiness is all that preoccupies me?
and how long until this love is gone: this love that I had forever sought?

Miles are just numbers of despair for a heart,
& distance is just another excuse for it to break in two.
But my mind cannot accept this unrealistic truth,
because there is no limited amount of distance that ceases me from missing you.