What if this wasn't a hypothetical question?

As I reread what I wrote yesterday I make myself sick thinking about how "head over heels" i was for him and still kind of am.

EXTRA EXTRA TO THE END OF talking in the past; present; and hopefully future The end part.... add ons.

Laying in your bed again between your flannel sheets. You are not here but somewhere else. I am laying here with blue jeans, a band tshirt, and a cigarette. The scent of menthol and marijuana fill the room. I just lay there wishing you could keep every promise you ever told me, Saying you would love me forever and we would always be together no matter how far apart.I want to lay here forever between these sheets holding on for dear life. If i could I would never leave that spot.




Jet black hair, long and lanky for a boy; to his chin and yet you can still notice that his ears are gauged with different size piercings and nails.His face like something out of a fairytale; beautiful and poetic with so much pain not told in his story. Yet you are always seen with a smile and so am I when I here your voice, see your face in a picture, or inches from mine. you are so beautiful and yet you once had a fiance and we couldn't be together. I still feel that one day we could be together, but at least he hold me.


part of story not told.. he had a fiance when we met. i helped him through his break up... we stopped talking for about a month.. they dated for about a week during that time... he is now single.. i am now vulnerable




If the dead are kept in Graves and in Vases i would like to be kept in a Sock.
A new one of course though.

New information..... I think most of my time with the right hemisphere of my brain (the artistic side) I took a test today and out of 20 question each were pointed out to be on the right side.... how wonderful.



Let's take a trip
to neverland
and see if we can
pick up
the mad hater
on the way..