Quotes added on Saturday, March 19 2016

My lifes being erased,
slowly im losing color

my memory encased
everything is duller

I want to recall my love
I want to never forget her

my pretty little dove
hold onto her forever

I need toremember this
I feel her vanishing 

her name is:
Sad things happen in life,
but you have to promise me youll never let them dull your shine
you cant ever let them take that from you.
Don't let them bring you down.
You'll fall
but you can always get back up.
Stay safe my little warrior.

Even after everything you put me through. 
                                    I'm still not scared of you.

   And I guess we fell apart in the usual way,       
   And the story's gOt dust on every page.            
 But sometimes I wonder how you think about it now,
     Cause i see your face in every crowD.             


It wasn't me but it wasn't necessarily you either. I mean, you were never really there for me, I always felt like you were just waiting for the next best thing to come around. It's was never a secure or healthy friendship. In hindsight, we just clung to each other because we didn't have anyone else, and I guess that made us resent each other more. We had our good moments, and I remember all those times we would laugh until our stomachs hurt and tears streamed from our eyes. I'll never forget the look on your face when you laugh, and how your eyes go all tiny and crinkle at the sides. I still think back to our times together when I'm feeling especially nostalgic, and I never think back with any feelings of angst. I do get hurt a little though. Because you made forgetting seem so effortless. Sometimes I think it's just an act, and that leaving wasn't that easy for you. But other times, I begin to question myself; am I really that forgettable?
Lately I've been fearing memory, and how it's as quick as time to vanish.

someday, I don't know when
we'll get to that place we really want to go,
we'll walk in the sun
and out of the snow

  Then I said goodnight and tucked you away inside a place called Nostalgia, where you'll always remain unspoiled, somewhere between my lungs that used to breathe ocean air, and my belly that fluttered with hope.




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