December 2009
I used to know this boy who took notes in a book but he ripped out all the pages before I got a look, at all the words he scribbled at all the lines he filled, but the ink stains on his fingers told me he was skilled. At capturing a feeling that most of us just miss, the simple pain of living with goodbyes on our lips. I found one of the pages crumpled by her bed and this is how it read....
The guy who put his hands on you, has got nothing to do with me. And the bruises that you feel will heal and I hope you come around, cause we’re missing you. you used to speak so easy, now you’re afaid to talk to me. Its like walking with the wounded. Carrying that weight way too far, the concrete pulled you down so hard out there with the wounded, We’re missing you. Well I never...
nothings wrose than seeing you worse than me and nothing hurts like seeing you hurt like me.
My tumblr used to be heygoodlooking.tumblr.com. But since i’ve gained a new computer and forgotten the password to it i’ve started up a new tumblr yeeww. it’s going to be way better and way more whack.
