Leaves are like people..they flourish on a variety of trees and then the get old and fall to the ground to be stepped on,walked over, forgotten, die…not every leaf is the same for not every leaf grows on the same tree…they get old and crumple..I’m a leaf that has fallen to the ground and I’ve been walked over and then the lawnmower comes and tears me to shreads..society is the lawnmower..but just like the leaf I am not alone for other leaves have fallen too..

The smell of cigarettes an alcohol seeped from your pores. The movie was starting; the lights went out; your hand reaching for mine. Holding your sweaty palm throughout the entire movie; you asked for a kiss at the end, and I reclined. You wouldn’t stop calling; I just wanted/needed some space. Before I knew what was happening, you lost your mind. Stalking me from a distance; growling at me in stores when you just happened to be there every time I was; you made me become a part of the crowd; hiding in fear. Somewhere I lost myself by blending in with the crowd, but now I want to break free and take another chance,not with you, but with life. There’s so much it has to offer, including things/people that will inevitably hurt me, but I’m ready to take the risk, so I can say that I lived my life to the fullest without fear getting in my way.    

He walks like a man;looks like one too. But underneath all his exterior he’s just a toad. Not a prince charming. He tricked me with all his sweet talk, and made me swoon. But when the smoke finally cleared he was gone and I could finally see what was left. Nothing. And it took me some time to finally see that he was just another boy without a crown, and a waste of my time. 

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If thoughts were a roller coaster,

I’d probably vomit.

If feelings were raindrops

I’d drown.

If worries were meadows,

I’d never make it home.

If smiles were songs….

(Boy, it’s pretty quiet)

If you were my own

I’d be dreaming…

I still don’t know why I didn’t mean anything to you. I don’t know why you played me the way you did. I don’t know why you kissed me the way you did. I don’t know why you said goodbye the way you did. I don’t know why I was just another girl to you. Just another game for you to play. Just another girl for you to leave when something didn’t go your way. Just someone to talk to, to pass the time. Just another heart for you to break. Just another life for you to take. I still live each day, but is classified as really living when almost everything you were living for doesn’t want you anymore, and just disappears?

It starts out when we’re young. Run out to the playground for recess. Break off into little groups of friends. You can run,talk,swing, go spinnining around on the merry-go-round. The playground is just a building block for your life to come. You’ll always have that group of select people who you’re close with. You’ll run away from things whether its your past, a person, a place, or a situation; you might even run towards a few. Your world might even spin around at times, naturally the world is continually spinning,but this spinning is when you feel as if your world is out of wack.

In the bottom of my dresser drawer,there’s a pair of blue socks. The cutest pair I own; a light blue with orange flowers, and multi-colored hearts. The bottoms are stained from the floor that night. My pale bllue sock feet were on the inside of your dress shoe feet. The stained bottoms remind me of the dirty floor that night,which reminds me of the clean floor that I layed on,curled up crying after you said you were done with me. The light blue reminds me of the corsage you got me and placed on my wrist. The orange reminds me of your flaming red hair. The multi-colored hearts remind me of the love I had/have for you. I know I should just move on but I can’t even wear my blue socks anymore. I should just throw them away; they’re stained anyway. But you’ll probably always be a part of me, and I can’t throw you away like you did to me.