Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

[ DUDE, MY FAVORITE GAMES OF ALL TIME. HAHA CLUE AND TWISTER. LOVE !. <3 i love the last line, "and if they don't, well, i don't want them to learn." i can sooo relate. this deserves love... AND A GAME OF TWISTER !. ]

i feel like i'm carrying my hollow past in my backpack which is probably why my spine is crooked. you tried to straighten it out with your tan, bony fingertips but couldn't seem to make everything align. i already knew it wouldn't, your touch is too rough, too unfamiliar. i just wanted to feel you grip something broken of mine to raise the hope that maybe you will come around and fix it all. maybe you'll just take out a needle and fix it all like you never were the cause. but i've been alive for too long to believe in hope, and i've learned by now that if you have no hope, you'll never lose. i can't lose again.

[ must i say more than: LOVE !!!!!. i love this whole stanza; no favorite line 'cause i lovee it all !. ]

and i miss you like shards of broken rain cutting against my cheekbones but i just can't be alone. i know all too well. i know you too well. you know me too well. you can tell i'm dying to kiss you again.

[ favorite line : forever and first !. (: your descriptions are so unique and beautifulll! msut i say more, m'dear ?. ]

you can tell that my new skin is a bandage for what we'd done. you know this look in my eyes, you know it, you do. and i know that look in yours so i'm smart enough to know what you're dying to say.

[ i can sooooo relate to the first linnneee !. <3 ALL IN ALL : AMAZING !. ]

hey, you,
you're that one with the secrets in your pockets and the penny-copper eyes that i try to avoid. in homeroom, i asked for a show of hands for who else thought you were beautiful [it was unanimous]. and you say you don't know? you say you don't understand? just let me tell you what goes on in my head:
the crack between my lips is painted with vanilla cherry but is chipped to pieces and needs yours pressed against them to come back to life. my inbox is lonely and missing your texts. my eardrum misses your voice, my eyes miss your face breathing oh so close to mine in ijusthadthekissofmylife gasps. and i'm just tired of missed chances and you missing my calls.

hey, me
maybe you should move on. hes always going to have those secrets folded and hidden in his pockets and in his fingerprints and the dirt beneath his nails. youre never going to find out what they mean and hes never going to pour them out at your feet and beg for forgiveness.
hell never learn to love himself. never will he understand that hes amazing and you could spend forever staring at the freckles that make his face glow in the sun and the cracks that leave prints on your lips.
find someone else to fill your inbox and the gap in your lips. your eardrums and eyes will accept the absence if only you do first. youre tired of chasing chances past and of convincing yourself its your fault. move on to something better.

hey, you
you've given me too much to move on from and i don't think my heart will ever learn to love someone who will actually treat me right. i'm tired of tears bleeding through essays and excuses about where i've been, where i'm going and where i'll never be.
i'm tired of your eyes staying dry and excuses about how you're too busy to work on being friends again [which makes you a liar, mr."let'sjustbefriends"]. i'm tired of being tired all the time because i stay up thinking you might climb through the window and slide under the covers like you did when your only excuses were "please excuse my tardiness, i was kissing my girlfriend." i'm tired of believing you're still the one for me.

hey, me
you ought to learn that things like that only ever happen in movies and fairy tales. no boy will ever love you enough to climb through you window. youre an idiot. quit dreaming and live life. sure, itd fun to dream but sometimes you have to face the facts and admit that youre unlovable. any boy kind and sweet enough to climb through your window and slip under your bed sheets is going to be spending his time with pretty girls that have green eyes. quit crying, too. its not the end of the world. stop blaming stupid mental health problems for your sadness, you dont have insomnia or depression. youre lying to yourself. youre lying to your parents. youre lying to your friends. youre lying. youre lying. youre lying.

hey, you
i need to cut myself some slack for my naivety. you already know the taste of lies, the alcoholism of swallowing hugs and kisses and puking them up into exaggerated drugs. i'm addicted to lying to myself even though myself knows the truth. and you're addicted to lying to myself because i'm too small-minded to understand. tell me the truth. i can't live by your lies anymore. i'm choking on lies and visions of lying next to you on cobblestone paths of hope. but i guess lying gets you everywhere, and lying next to you gets me nowhere but in cinderella's glass slippers. but i'll tell you the truth: i don't want glass slippers because i would see the face of a girl who has no one.

hey, me.
where are you? you dont know.
you dont know who you are without him? no, you dont.
well sorry to be so harsh girl, but frikin grow up.

hey, you
you're clogging up the pages of my notebook with imisshimwithallmyfrikinhearts.
but you're just a boy.
you're really just.

hey, me
i told you you could do it.
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