Sunday, December 30, 2012

Is that what this is?

We always do what we want.

Im gasping for breath. I cant seem to find it.

Im warm so very warm.

We always do what we want.
   Ember values life without me before life with me. Or she wouldnt be ignoring me a thousand miles away.

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Hold on.

I sometimes wish I never had her.
That other things would happen.
But I know it'd be pointless.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Id be lying if it werent true
The part where
Well me and you
And the thought
Makes morals stab
Me in my chest
A heart never knows best


Monday, December 24, 2012

Sleep

When will happiness exist without a deep breath and a firm grip of a hand?

I made it through work. Me and Ember spoke for 2 hours. Every girl at my job laughed at my jokes. To them im witty and handsome. A girl eyed me down like a diamond ring under glass. And id lie if I said I didnt like it. The power of control. I think now, I wouldnt have this courage without ember. I wouldnt be witty charismatic nor smooth. These girls wouldnt have wanted me for who I was. Not like how Ember did. I was weird, awfully awkward at texting, overly attracted, and her? She was the same.

But I cant say for sure if shes still the same person.

I love you Ember.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Cant get a grip

I have work in an hour. Im utterly exhausted. Ember hasnt messaged me in days. I feel like its taking a toll on my feelings for her. Shes probably going through bouts of depression hoping I get sick of her and leave her because she believes I deserve someone better.

You deserve someone better :"( shed say.

Over.

And

Over.

Makes me think shes doing something I dont approve of. I wonder if shes popping pills again. Although the last time she broke in tears saying she regretted it over the phone to me and that she was sorry.

She could easily be lying to me. I believe she values me but everythimg else in her life? I dont know.

Fucking a Ember. Fucking A.

I feel like a plant without water when I dont hear from her. Near death, wilted, dried out. Maybe her last petal will fall of the rose that I grew for her, and ill move on. I fucking hate feeling like my life is on pause waiting for someone who cant even tell me good morning or goodnight.