Before I leave

an anon asked me to post this a little while ago;my first poem in probably over a year. it’s not all that great. it’s just a bunch of words strung together that rhyme, really. so my apologies. thank you for reading.

Here sits a candle

Burning ever so bright

Burning the wax, the wick

Emitting it’s little light

Filling up the room

With comfort and warm

air that can brush away any bad,

any horror that may form.

But this candle can burn

And only burn for so long

Then there comes a time when the warmth

and the light is not so strong.

The wax slowly melts away

Drop after drop

The wick buns to a stub of ash

And the little fire stops.

WTF!!! NOOOOOOOOO dont leave

Leaving Tumblr

Bye bye.

Sorry anon.

bottom0feverything:

If I killed myself no one woul stop me this time

I have issues.

And I’m not denying it.

You always did what you wanted. I don’t see why you would ever need my permission for anything. 

So there was this boy..

I met him a little while back. We used to talk a lot, but now not so much. I was really happy during those short moments when he’d talk to me. He’s really nice, but sometimes he’s a little weird. When I first met him, I never thought I’d actually want to see him again. I actually didn’t think anything of him. He seemed a little goofy, but I saw him everywhere and he grew on me after all of the little conversations we had. Maybe it’s the way he’d ramble on about something he really loved, or that I actually felt like he wanted to talk to me too. I thought about him a lot, and there was a point where I just couldn’t stop thinking about him. We’d talk and see each other a lot, but now we don’t talk..not really. I had a feeling that he was into someone else and I felt like I was being annoying and figured I’d give him some space. But some days I really hope that we’ll talk again. And some days I find myself still thinking about him, other days not at all.

I just think it’s kind of funny. How you meet someone and don’t think anything of them. At all. But then you talk to each other a few times and they start to grow on you. Then from there, the friendship either withers away or becomes something amazing. It just amuses me how a complete stranger can go from someone you didn’t know to someone you couldn’t stop thinking about. You never know what’s going to happen after you meet someone.

I know i misbehaved
And you made your mistakes
And we both still got room left to grow
And though love sometimes hurts
I still put you first
And we’ll make this thing work
But I think we should take it slow