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 Apr 2016 SECERT ACCOUNT
lou
I miss you.
Not the cheesy I want to kiss you and be all lovey-dovey crap
I miss you.
I miss staying up till 4AM talking with you about anything
I miss when we were just best friends
Still getting to know everything about each other.
I miss you like, I want to hug you and never let go
Cause I remember hugging you, I felt safe and being in your arms was the best feeling in the world

But I guess people change, but life goes on

We pass each other like strangers
And I'm going to be honest, it kills me every time but I won't ever show it

It just ***** because I miss you.
 Apr 2016 SECERT ACCOUNT
Lillian
i wonder** if when you graduate and go to college we’ll still be dating.
i wonder if i’m on your mind when you choose the college you want to go to.
i wonder if you’ll visit me.
i wonder if we will ever tell anyone that we love each other.
i wonder if this is going to last.
i wonder if high school was a mistake
Whenever I close my eyes
All I can see is your painful goodbyes
Every time I try to cover my ears
All I can hear is you walking away with your fears

You just left me hanging with your promises
I even gave you a thousand and one chances
Why can't you accept our differences?
And then, you left and I shattered into pieces

You easily forgotten what is "us"
And here I am, still waiting for that stardust
Which will make you come back
And refill the moments that we lack

We are now moving onto different places
Your feelings really evanescence
I should be happy for you now
Even though you left me with your broken vow

Time had lapsed so fast
I am still haunted by our awful past
Because even though you made me mew
My heart still craves for you
Why can't someone forget the ones who left them? Why are people leaving in midst of the momentum of their love?
"What's wrong with me?"
"Nothing."
"Then why are you staring at me?"
"Because you're beautiful."
“Love hurts.”
Maybe it’s supposed
To be that way.
Maybe you need
To like that pain.
Because maybe,
Just maybe,
It’ll all be make sense
In the end.
He laughs at the way
I make lucky paper stars
When I'm anxious
or scared
or sad
or lonely.
He thinks it's cute,
Or so he says.
But when he sees me making them
He comes to sit with me
And I've started to fill
jars of stars
A lot slower
Because I like his smile
when he sits with me.
We're just beginners at trusting.
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