The Fault In Our Stars - John Green
Oh how I just love being ignored, it just brings back all these warm fuzzy feelings.
I’m not sure what I’ve done that’s got you acting so different or if its simply that I’m just not worth it but the least you could do is come to me about it. Confront me or let me know what’s up.
You’re showing me a new set of colors and I’m not so sure I like the shades.
Friends don’t treat friends this way
So let me quote you “I thought you were gonna be different but you’re all the same.”
My opinion was leaning more one way but still completely open to change. Somehow you still surprised me, it’s strange. You had to go and prove me right, thank you for showing me more light, so glad I caught you in time kill it at its root, why’d you have to follow suit?
Special and different was what I thought I’d found, only to have my hopes for you come crashing down. I’m sorry this time I want something better I have a memory of a wind shield holding a letter. Something that I’ll always miss back then I didn’t know what was bliss. Maybe one day I’ll have it again I know I’m done paying for my sin. No one has lived up to him and maybe no one will, ignore me here just take my heart as your meal.
In this case I don’t want consistency please no more of this repetition, you thought you were the best but your no better than the rest. Get in line with the planets you can be Saturn you complete this bad picture the last shape in the pattern.
My weeping willow no more tears fall on my pillow because you have taken them from me.
You said you’d hang your head in shame, so I could live without the blame.
You took them from me and now no more pain will I see. Free from the guilt but in the end, you are the one that will bend. My mourning willow, you stole my bad so that I no longer will feel sad.
Underneath you I am so safe…hidden from the harms I do to myself, in your shelter I have faith.
You know my nightmares and you’ve seen my fears, they grow into you watered by my tears. The sun shines bright and still you are bound…my memories and mistakes keep you looking down.
Bury me under you at the end of my days, so that you may shade me with your love always.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from it; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these things.
Missing you it’s what I do 2 puzzle pieces can fit but one is out there and one stays I’m good at it.
You’ve shown me a world I did not know I’ve always received things late been slow to grow.
I really don’t believe in fate. I am calm from just your voice everything I am has happened by my choice.
Things aren’t always what they seem and this has to be a dream please wake me I’d rather it be real it seems real enough to see and feel.
My soul you stole but some things are out of our control. What someone else wants cannot be changed few people are ever convinced or swayed. My bed is made. If I lay in it can I fall asleep? For in my dream you have no choice it’s you I keep.
Promises made please stay with me don’t go on this raid. You fight to win but won’t fight for me, why must I always put you first and I get I don’t know. So negative is the word No.
Am I to believe an addict has truly given it up for good? I’m sure you would if you could but its who you are and this is me staring from afar, wishing I meant even half of what that means to you it comes first no matter what I do.
I’ve faced my past head on and it’s knocked me off my feet, I’m done running from you I hope that we meet
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
余韻 on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/43219324/via/yoleulaehee
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