practicemakesperfect

The distance between us always seems longer in my dreams than in reality.  I want to be with you every second, and so when I think about you being far away, seconds turn into days, and time slows down, like the clock is teasing me, not wanting to tick its hands to the next second, the next minute. When I close my eyes at night I make sure that there is room for when you appear in my dreams.  I want you to hold me as if I'm some precious rarity, some jewel that no one else can have; only you.  When I imagine you holding me so perfectly in your arms, the embrace warms every part of my body and every part of my soul.  Nothing is more delicate y

She should have told me! I’m her best friend, her sister so to speak And she didn’t tell me And now things are out of hand. If she had told someone I mean yeah me, But anyone really. Things wouldn’t have been so terrible; So repulsing. She shouldn’t have bottled it up. And I would have listened to her. I would have helped her, Made sense of things. And then I would have done something about it. She wouldn’t have. She didn’t, And now its been blown way out of proportion Because he did this to her. And if I had been there, If I had seen how she was acting sooner, I could have stopped it, Convin

What do you do when you wake up one morning and realize that... Things that happened yesterday can’t be changed Things that happened today will be over before you know it And that you don’t know what tomorrow brings? How do grasp the fact that you have lived 15 or 27 or 45 years And only have χ amount of time left. What do you do? Do you act differently than you would any other time? Do you change your appearance, just because? Do you tell the guy you have loved for 5 years that you won’t ever let go? Do you tell your best friend that you envy her in every way possible just because she is perfect? Do you tell yo

He will never open his eyes will he? He will never see the light. I’m just stupid Helena, waiting for her Demetrius who will never come. Love. The power it has to change people; to make them fall, even if they didn’t want to jump in the first place. Words express the feelings behind this sick unanswered adoration, but not the torture that it brings to the host. ~*~ How can he not see me? I see him, and yet he is blinded by something that I know little of. I’m invisible to him. But he sees me when I speak. He responds but with no real feeling; no real emotion. His tone is ice cold; stabbing at me with each syllable. Y