this year's love

Today, I was asked if I was okay, by someone who obviously isn't okay. I said yes, because this is what you're supposed to say, and I even if I wasn't okay, I wouldn't want to share that with you, or anyone for that matter. He proceeded to say, "so you're over it then?" to which I didn't respond, because I'm not big on lying, but I wasn't in the mood for the pity party that would follow the truth. Being okay has nothing to do with "getting over it." They are two seperate spheres, and while they may overlap in small places, they are not one body. You cannot equate them with each other. Please, argue with me. I have so many examples that will prove you wrong in less than 6 seconds. I know a girl who says she fell in love with a boy. I believe her, but to explain to you why, would lessen its meaning. She told me her story one morning while we were working together, because it was early, and there isn't a lot to talk about while stari...

you got to my heart, and i will never admit this to you in person, or over the phone, or in a letter. but you did. congratulations. i hate you for that sole reason, and i hate myself for the same thing. you are the only thing that can stress me out and make me cry more than my family, school, and friends. congratulations. you're at the top of the list. all that, and we never speak, or write, or call each other. we haven't for 2 months. and i think you should know that i am still crying over you. and i am still reeling in pain, and i am still the same girl who can hide those two things unbelievably well. lucky me. the fact that i'm the one who officially ended it means nothing. you ended it when you let her have you. you ended it when you lied about it. you ended it when you told me what had really been going on in texas, and why you started distancing yourself more than you  had previously done. you ended it when you let another girl, with my name, have you. you ended it wh...

you whisper your regrets into my hair, pulling me into you. i can feel your breath, hot and laced with tears, because you messed up, and you know it. your body collapses on top of mine while your lips dance over mine, and your hands move roughly against my face. then my arms, my hands, my legs--through my clothes. i want your lips on mine every second of every day.i want your hands pressing into my skin every night until the sun rises. i want your body entangled and entwined with my body, always. i can't resist you and i love every minute of it. every minute. every minute. i am the dumbest girl in THE ENTIRE WORLD, because of you. because you gave  us  away to other girls that weren't me, and i'm taking you back. still. if you weren't so damn perfect.