My cousin keeps trying to be funny. So he’s telling me jokes about prostitutes. In or on some house burning down I have no idea what the joke is about actually I am writing this as he speaks because I really don’t want to hear his nonsense.

I want a type writer.

Her eyes aren’t beautiful
They are shaped differently
And her right eye turns in occasionally
She’s forgettable
She doesn’t stand out.
She’s different.
But she doesn’t stand out.
But her smile, it’s beautiful
And the story behind it can bring you to tears.

She’s not good at being vulnerable, she doesn’t know how to

 She knows how to be strong. She knows how to ignore her broken heart and help mend theirs. She doesn’t know how to let someone be strong for her. She knows when and how to lose control. She doesn’t know when or how to hand over the wheel

But her favorite part is when the waves roll back, the way the water shimmers on the beach as it slowly moves its way back into the ocean.

But some day’s all I need is to sit in the passenger seat with the window rolled down and the music on blast. Some days.

There’s a difference between romance and just plain cheesyness.

I like to say my obsession with writing started in 6th grade, during my Language Arts “rotation”, it was the last rotation of the day and most kids in my class were ready to go to second recess. But me, I fell in love, That’s what I say, and it’s the truth but that’s not when I fell in love for the first time. I was actually in 3rd grade so I was like 7. My dad had a typewriter. It was heavy and old, he bought it at a Goodwill. He kept it on his desk. When he was at work or gone doing whatever it was he did me and my sister would fight over it. And when it was my turn I’d sit there and type. I loved the sound of clicking and the way the buttons felt as I pressed down. I’d start off “Once upon a time…”

But they aren’t in love with Him they are in love with the idea of being in love with Him.

I feel like every time someone drives my car they feel like they are being pranked. I use my E brake always, and my E brake is down by my feet. They put my car into drive and, nothing. They look for my E brake, nothing. Then they look at me -.-
And I always forget to tell people this before they start the car. Oops.

is it possible to miss someone you have never met?

And as I sat in my car I thought: God, I haven’t asked you for anything not since I was a kid, and now here I am again I am not strong enough. My Dad once told me to put my strength in you, Help me I can’t do this, not on my own. Then there was this voice. It came from somewhere deep inside of me, and as I broke down it said: Yes you were blind, but you see now. You were tricked. As you went in search for Love; you looked in all of the wrong places. And each time, I saw him, as he pulled you deeper and deeper. And I have watched you travel through darkness, aimlessly. I have seen all that you have suffered. And I saw the way he tricked you into believing that his path was the path where you could find Love, but I never left your side. I was always near I caught each tear. And that night I heard your heart, I heard a cry that came from the depths of your soul and thats all it took. I reached out and finally took you in my arms. Don’t you feel it something telling you to run. And you open my Word and it tells you: run. I have given you the strength, run! I will be the Love you have searched for all of you life. I will be the Peace your heart yearns for. I have Listened to every prayer I have never turned my ear away from your cry. I will take you to a place of refuge. I know all you have seen, I know all you have done, but I Have always Loved you And I will always love you. Run to me, I will catch you. Put your trust in me, for I am faithful.

And he said, you just have to throw your feelings away, try it you’ll feel better.

But I won’t be me.

And I’d rather feel alone than not feel anything at all

Why are you calling me? It’s two a.m. and I’m sleeping. Why don’t you just give up but this time for good? I’m not much of a gamer, games bore and frustrated me but most of all annoy me. Especially when all your moves are tired and old. I gave it a chance but you’re like stained glass, I saw right through it. I’m not like the girls your used to, I only give one chance.

alone