Your Touch Is Like Electricity On My Skin. I Jolt At The Feeling Of Your Hand On My Back. It Makes Me

I can't remember when there was a time where I could say that I was fine with out lying. Nothing seems to motivate me besides failure, and nothing will get me to state how I feel. Because I'd rather waste away like this rather than let you worry about if I'm alright.

I'm just not fine.

    I want to see the world through your eyes. I want to know what it is like to be unnoticed, to know how the wind can feel without running through it. I want to see how you see me, not as what everyone wants me to be, but just as I am. Just as me.

Inside the Artist #2

"Your smile is just as beautiful as the first time we met."

2 AM Thoughts (via. Wounded-writing)

I thought you weren't coming back, so I gave up hoping you would. I gave up because someone like me doesn't just become friends with someone like you. Someone of your caliber would go to someone much more deserving and not already gone.

Inside the Artist #6

You help me see the world in color.

Before, it was all black and white

Dear Me,   You are much stronger than you think you are. You have your whole life in front of yourself. The number on the scale isn’t a life determiner. That bottle on the counter isn’t something to reach for. Remember what you have. When it’s three in the morning and you can’t close your eyes look to your left at the beautiful brunette boy next to you. He’s been kinder to you than you’ve been to yourself. You have all of the love you need, you are important to more than the deadline you have to make.     Don’t regret what you’ve done. Look back on your years and smile. Just smile. Because you made it this far, you’ve had bad days but you’ve had more good ones. Don’t think of what you have to accomplish. Go out and do you. Because you are you. And at the end of the day, that’s all that matters.

With Love

The day will come when I’m over you. That day may be the same day you realize you love me too. I can’t wait forever but you and your feelings can take their time. Because what was lost for me may return, but not the same as it was before.

Is this flirting or am I thinking too much?

I thought I had you, but also knew someone else would take you away just as you came.

-While you ignored me for her

Misery is knowing that I'm always going to be your second choice. Because there is always someone better than me.

It's fine since I'm used to it now

You look at me but see her. You touch my skin, but you feel her. You kiss my lips, but you think that your lips are touching hers. I’m not her. I’m not the perfectly thin girl you used to date. My stomach comes out to play most nights, but you don't know this yet. I’d rather not be picked up and spun around yet you do it anyway. I’m not her. Yet you still call me pretty, attractive, fit. I feel I am none of these things. You look at me, but you see this perfect image of what I wish I was. You look at me and see something I’m just not.

I’m not her