|“And all I loved, I loved alone.” ― Edgar Allen Poe|
Because nostalgia isn’t what it used to be
And my world feels different when you’re standing next to me
But god created him more beautiful than the sunset
His soul was like the moon; dark, but desperately trying to light up the world around him
His heart was made of stardust
And I loved him
You’re an anomaly
The second I thought I knew you, I would second guess myself
Because all you are is a series of faces and emotions
It’s almost as if you were just a character I made up in my head
To make my fantasies and day dreams a reality
And I never wanted to believe that in the end
You were going to be anything other than that
Learning to love someone
Sounds like the most depressing idea I’ve ever heard
Why don’t you see me the way I always see you?
I’m never your number one
Make me cry,
If this is what you call “love,”
I shall shed my blood for you,
And hope that it’s enough
He'd wait day and night for the man he once held so close
Only to be stranded in the middle of his foolishness in the end.
If you want to break my heart
Make it slow
You make me feel so alive
When you’re in control
Do you ever think about me, and all of our memories?
Do you think about all we shared?
Do you care I’m not there? F
Because we’re the over-emotional, beat up teens
That don’t say anything they really mean
“I love you to death” you said to me.
But, the way you said it killed me entirely
It’s almost as if , we all are so eager to find a safe place in this world ,
That we blindly, follow ,
Anything, that offers us a kind, smile.
This shallow road I see, up ahead
Reminds me of you
And, how what we once held onto
Is utterly dead
Every time you’re near me you shine blindingly bright
So bright, that the sun cries with envy every time you enter a room
When I look at you, I feel some type of anger
And I think that I’m just disappointed
Because when I look at this person in front of me,
I don’t recognize her, anymore.
There are many different kinds of pressure.
The pressure to get good grades in school
The pressure to “fit in” with society
The pressure to succeed in life.
Now, I don’t have an answer to how to live without it, but all I know is how awful it can be.
The pressure that ever since you were born it is drilled into your head; that being a “loser” is the most inconspicuous idea anyone has ever heard of.
The pressure that if you don’t make enough money in your job; you and your life is just one big failure
But, the worst kind of pressure is the kind you inflict on yourself.
Now, from my experience, pressure can stem from feelings as if you are not good enough.
You have to make...