Angie Acuña

Angie Acuña Jul 2013

Don't bother speaking and let's just enjoy the silence.
We have to pretend its ok now and I catch you every time you lie.

You told me that I was going to change your life for the better so we did the impossible and set fire to the rain, believing that this would leave us feeling good.

"Fix a heart?", you said, "We'll for a pessimist I'm pretty optimistic, but I won't be playing god."
I still looked past your trainwreck and made a superhero out of the monster that was you.

Love drunk, I thought you would catch me, never expecting to become the warrior myself.
Now I see that in real life, we're going nowhere.
After a world of chances, we are who we are and we won't change.

I won't ask you to stay so that we can continue being something that we're not.

Don't forget us and the madhouse we created.

Now when you look up at those neon lights, remember that this?
It keeps gettin' better.

And me? I'll keep reminding myself that I'm alive.

It was on my mind to write this for a while and I finally did it~
Most of the songs are pretty obvious, I think, but if anybody wants, I would be more than happy to give a complete list :)

Angie Acuña Jul 2013

I like my time, you see?

I hate when I ask for the time and someone will say "oh it's 5:30", when in reality it's 5:26

I know that it's four measly minutes and it may not seem like a lot, but why cut corners?
I like knowing the exact time because I know how long my favorite song is and if I can listen to it in the span of three minutes and twelve seconds while walking to class, I will.

My mind simply cannot deal with the fact that someone just lied to me about the time.
Time! Of all things.
Time is precious and we all want more of it.

If we had all the time in the world, we wouldn't worry about a **** thing.
I wouldn't worry about the fact that it takes me 13 minutes to straighten my hair.
I wouldn't worry about the time that it takes me to get to school, which is 23 minutes on a good day.
I wouldn't worry about being late to church because it takes me 32 minutes to get there.
I wouldn't worry about the fact that I got to the hospital 4 minutes too late and now, now there is no time left.

I like my time, you see?
If I were given one last chance to spend from 5:26 to 5:30 to spend with the person I loved most in the world, and then you said "its 5:30" , then I'd know I was too late.
It's not just about fast forwarding my time, it's about me knowing whether I have enough time to fix my make up one last time or listen to a song or just hug them for 7 more seconds.

It's about being able to say I love you, one last time.

I. Like. Time.

Angie Acuña Jul 2013

Dear Sir

Dear Sir,
I hate you.
You don't realize just how much I hate you, though.
Why can't you see that I just wanted to help you, kind Sir?
To help you move on and see your true potential.
Alas, you shot down my inspirational words, and instead dug your own grave deeper, Sir.
The problem, you see Sir, was that you wouldn't let me in; couldn't let me in.
You were broken beyond repair.
My soothing words would never have helped.
So it is with regret that I announce my departure, Sir.
I hope you don't search for me.

Sincerely, Yours.

I found this in the notes folder of my phone~

Angie Acuña Jun 2013

She is me

Who is she?
She is the girl who sits in the corner of the room with an old paperback cover book and her earphones in, ready to ignore the world.
She will smile politely and make small conversation, but will immediately leave the group to be by herself.
She will never turn anyone in need away, but will often turn away when she needs it most.
She is a flutter of smiles and laughs, of tears and heartache.
She tries her best to please those around her, but will be left out in the process.
She loves her mother, but has unresolved issues with her father.
She loves to sing and music is her best friend.
Her real best friend is a must have and her "best friend" must've gotten bored with her.
She has way too many family members and will love them forever.
She doesn't have too many friends, but they are true.
She gets jealous and starts to shake.
She has a serious case of word ***** that always manages to say what she wished she didn't.
She is sorry.
Her mind is constantly veering to places of happiness and him and she will often end up staring at people awkwardly.
She has a sincere heart that never means wrong, no matter what she screws up.

She loves being herself, even if it is a little fake.
So ask me again, who is she?, and I will reply.
She is me.

Now is the time to be self revealing.

Angie Acuña Jun 2013

We are fine.

We're fine right?
You and I?
Most of the time we stare at each other trying to find the right word to say.

But we don't so it's just easier not to speak.
Trust me.
It's not.

I think we forgot how to coexist so now everything is just awkward stumbles of "Hello's" and "No, you first's".

But it shouldn't be like this because we were fine, right?!

You, you were my best friend, my diary.
Diaries don't just grow legs and walk away so why did you?

I don't think you realized this, but I fell in love with you.

At least I think it's love because no one else makes my heart best like this.
No one else makes me break the laws of science and have butterflies in my stomach, terrorizing as they please.

Please tell me that you also feel this way because I can't stand it any longer.
I despise the thought of being the only one in a battle with my heart.

So once again, we're fine, right?

Rant, rant, rant.

Angie Acuña May 2013

I wish you were a mango

Why does my heart still race when I see you?
I saw you walking today, with your friend, and all I could think was "Wow. Is this what a heart attack feels like?"
Because I can't believe it, I was done. I was OVER you.
And instead my heart goes "Beep... Beep... Beep. Beep. Beep. BEEP. BEEP. BEEPBEEEPBEEEPBEEEPBEEEP," every single time you come around, like a freakin radar.
I am not a submarine.
I do not NEED for every single cell in my body to alert me when you're within 20 feet of me because, like I said before, I WAS DONE.
No! Don't you dare smile at me with your crooked mouth and shining eyes.
Because then I feel gross.
I DON'T LIKE THE THOUGHT OF BUTTERFLIES FLYING AROUND IN MY STOMACH.
That is disturbing and physically impossible.
My stomach acids would've killed them on contact. Don't try to make this crush cute.
So please, for the love of a Jesus Christ Super Toaster, don't do THAT anymore.
And by "THAT" I mean, don't make me love you anymore.
I can't stand it and I won't for any longer.
In church I was taught that having idols was bad, but that's exactly what you are to me.
A forbidden fruit
So I am praying to God that you are a mango because I hate mangos.
Their insides are too thick and outsides way too thin.
Which is exactly like you because you are a haywire of emotions, but I can easily peel you away to see who you really are.
Maybe I do like mangos...

I don't like mangos.

Angie Acuña May 2013

To No-One in Particular

Dear No-One,

Someone misses you. It's just one person, but hey, it's Someone. No-One spent their whole life believing that they were Nobody. No-One had no one. No one other person who they could tell their secrets to. Nobody would listen. But now, No-One has Someone! Someone who will listen to to No-One's secrets because No-One isn't Nobody. No-One IS Somebody. In fact, No-One is Someone's Everything. No-One is all Someone thinks about. Someone watches No-One and feels the Loneliness rippling off of No-One like a stone hitting water. Someone knows exactly how No-One feels and wishes to ease the ache, but... Someone is scared. Someone is broken but desperately wishes to help. So Someone will try to overcome their fear if No-One wishes to break free of the Loneliness. Someone will try. Someone wishes to befriend No-One. Someone wishes No-One will accept.

Sincerely, Someone.

This can be really specific or extremely general about its subjects.