LiveForLove17

No vocabulary can ever transpose my feelings into words. What is it called when we hang up the phone and I'm thouroughly dissatisfied, unsatisfied because you don't, can't, won't, have not the capacity to understand me What is it called when I'm deeply distraught from every angle and viewpoint- I don't want to hurt myself or die but living with this seems artificial, hopeless, useless, aweful What is it called when I treat you in the highest regards and give you every one of my resources at your disposal: time, love, effort, creativity, money, sleeplessness, wakefulness, pride, dedication, honor, energy and receive no texts o

Wouldn't you like to know the truth about trees? I think it's mocking me. To think that the storms come hurricane season winds that bow the heads of men who work out, but it's a buck twenty-five of a girl on her back on the phone, with the stars that make tree branches crack. Wouldn't you like to know the truth about trees? Perhaps it was trying to help me. If I wanted all my life to play hero in hospital bed- tears cried bloodshed- it didn't work. With 20/20 hindsight eyes, I see it only made me blind. Wouldn't you like to know the truth about me? I think the best thing ever made was the tree people found k-i-s-s-i-n-g t

I imagine us: wired together at the seams of our hands, in between each space is a finger- yours. I'm here to spend the night; inside, butterflies take flight; on my clothes, as scent lingers- yours. Experiment in my bed or naked under shower head touch as much as we can; our bodies. From the passenger's seat: sun shining, Georgia heat, your Aviators, my tan, our bodies. Your tongue dives in my mouth; I use mine to fish it out; the taste of love is sweet- tangible. Your fingers swim though tears to wipe my eyes and calm my fears by hearing your heart beat- tangible.

Love right now is too much for me; too big to touch, taste, smell, or see, but hear this. In this realm exists a cause for my falling body to note a pause, to take up cursive when I write in print, to drop a subject or take a hint, to burst out of stubborn ways and overcome anger, for protecting a bear from imaginary danger, for staying up late even on a school night, for finding some confidence even when we fight. Because good, bad, or ugly, through sickness and health, when we spend all our money, we're still left with wealth. Love is too much for me to swing at right now. I merely explained life and ways I got here somehow.

Dear Mrs. Cox, I hope you are satisfied to know that our love like a hurricane has now ceased to blow. The light in my darkness made blindingly bright has ceased to allow me to see love in such light. The airways have ceased to connect with her lungs. The connection has ceased from our lips and our tongues. But the pain will not cease, and the desire's still there to breathe in her skin and her words and her hair. Her hands touch another, but will they ever touch mine? Where she can be with others, with me, a fine line. Our minds cease to think as our hearts cease to beat. After all, wasn't she the ground under my feet? We looked

My dad lost his job a couple years ago. He made a lot of money, but then he got too old. My mom had a good job, but then she lost hers too. Her company got bought out and she got the boot. My dad's can be quite bitter that they're both paid by the hour. My mom, I think, feels guilty, but it's far beyond her power. But the will of my mom's giving heart is what comes as a surprise. She really wants to help us; I can see it in her eyes. She offers me her cash so I can hang out with my friends. Of course, I won't accept it, but she offers it time again. I really think it's beautiful how sweet she is to me, and how- despite t

She walked into the pool with drool bubbling off her lips. She had a puffy face and contorted body, and pants pulled far past her hips. I thought how gross that girl must be. How disabled she is, and how dumb. Unable to experience life, to idealize or to have fun. Her mom came up to her little girl and wrapped her hands around her neck. She said the sweetest things to her and gave the girl a cute little peck. Then I realized she can't do things I do, but she's still loved as much as me, and her parents see past everything straight down to her true beauty.