September 2009
8 posts
I mean it
you know what you are to me don’t make me say it over and over again it’s way too late or much too early you know how I get when I’m left alone to my vices like the grown-ups did when I was a kid I said: I’m a bird in your hand so take me as I am you know what you are to me don’t make me say it over and over again my left hand, a part of me it stays late to...
you know i love you
I wish I could take back every bad thing I’ve ever said to you, or all the hurtful things that have streamed from my mouth. It was never you, it was me. I’m a sullen girl on most days, and I get frustrated with such little things, and begin to forget what is falling from my head, down through my mouth. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I’m never going to...
you make me fall right back where i left off
I finally realized, no matter how many times I say I don’t care. I do. How many times I said I’ve moved on, and I’m fine. I lied. I’m finally realizing that this feeling is never going away inside of me, and I don’t know how to help that. You stole my heart away. Period.
no turning back
“i want to wake up next to you, i want to take care of you, i want to laugh with you, i want to do everything with you. i want to make you feel like the most important girl in the world; because that’s what you are to me. i’m happy whenever i talk to you. whenever i see a picture of you, i get butterflies, even thinking of you makes me happy. i love you.”
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