Can We All Wish For My AP Physics Grade? I Need A Hail Mary Of A Grade On My Final To Get A B Right Now.

I’ve wished on every star, but nothing has come true. I’ve wished for you every 11:11, but yet you’re still just as out of reach as before. I’ve wished on every eye lash and every dandelion, but yet you’re still one thousand miles away. And I’m still right here. Alone, withering away with the last weed I wished upon.

I’d call them flowers, but they’re damned

Dear Expectations, You are always there when I need you the least. You make a simple task feel immensely impossible. You run my fingers raw while writing a paper, my mind to exhaustion to be absolute perfection, and my body to sleep deprivation in search of a grade no less than what I need to pass. In the search of a way around you, I stand in your shadow, unable to overtake the panic that you make arise in my chest, the pounding that never ceases until after the deadline has passed or my grade sealed in the grave that you have been helping me dig. your shadow isn't big enough to keep me inside, it is not bog enough to harbor the panic and the anxiety that you bring with you wherever you go. Following you like two hungry watch dogs, waiting for me to fall to the ground, to feast upon what is left.  While you are there to bring me up when I have to do my best, you bring an illusion of a silver lining making this seem worth it in the slightest sense. For the reward of praise is too much to ask from you when all you deal in deceit and terror.

With no love

You help me see the world in color.

Before, it was all black and white

I never thought I'd be able to say that I don't love you anymore.

But now I can

I love how we lay together in bed. How we end up tangled together, hands folded together almost like we'd fear getting separated. The feeling of your chest rising and falling comforts me more than words can describe. The feeling of your breath on my cheek, neck, or where ever your face may be at 3 am makes me relaxed knowing that you are still with me. I love waking up to see your beautiful face, and I love seeing your beautiful face watching me upon waking up.

My love is for the beauty of us

"It's 2 in the morning and I wish you here. Stupid right..."

- 2 AM Thoughts (via. Wounded-writing)

My worst nightmare is waking up to you not next to me. That you will fall out of love. That all of the little things I do will start to annoy you. My worst nightmare is being there when you kiss another girl. That everything about us was a lie. My worst nightmare is watching you walk out on what we had.

Losing you is my biggest fear

I wonder if anyone looks at me when I'm not looking. Not the 'staring-off-into-space' look, but the 'I-want-her-to-be-with-me' look. I wonder if I've caught anyone looking at me like that but they played it off. I wonder if there are people who do in that I've never caught. But I guess I can deal with the mystery.

I just hope you do that too

When you left, I thought part of me died. No part of me died when you came back and ripped my heart out like it was nothing, like you felt nothing.

I still look for you during my games even though we ended it months ago.

On the court or bench