Time Traveling Vampire 3Last time my eyes were open, Joe, the time traveling vampire, was laying on my floor sleeping. Now that I was awake again, no thanks to my ridiculous alarm clock, he was no where to be found. I got up out of my bed, and looked around. I checked my closet, under my bed, and in my siblings room. No broken bones or splattered blood on the walls yet. Maybe the nurses wanted him back.
I went downstairs after throwing on my school clothes, and my backpack. Obviously the nurses didn't want him back because he was in my kitchen, cooking up something.
"Hey!" he said, with his back to me. He was pouring something that sounded like cereal into a bowl.
"Umm..what are you doing in my kitchen eating my food?" I asked as I went into the closet and pulled out a granola bar for breakfast.
"I'm eating breakfast!" He said, going into my refrigerator and pulling out the milk, pouring it on his cereal, and putting it back in.
I stared at him, as he ate the cereal at the counter. He was wearing his cape and
I Miss YouI'm missing the butterflies,
that filled up my stomach,
every time I talked to you.
I'm missing the thought of you,
and how much you mean to me,
and how much that I love you.
I'm missing the idea of having a future together,
so many things could of happened,
but can't now.
I'm missing the little things,
like the way you text me,
and spell words with out vowels,
or shorten them in your own funky way.
I'm missing the sound of your voice,
when you would call me.
I could tell when you were tired,
when you were happy.
I'm missing being called babe,
Because when you said it,
it was a good thing,
but when anyone else says it,
I always want to strangle them.
I'm missing the good old days,
from back when we were still "just friends"
when I'd stay up late at night,
only to text you while lying in bed,
and then eventually be half asleep when texting.
I'm going to miss kissing you,
every kiss was so sweet.
The playful kisses were the best ones,
out of the thousand and one kisses.
Rainy Window PanesIt was raining today. I watched the drops drip slowly down my window. Sometimes one drop would go all the way down by itself, forced down by gravity. Others would catch with others and they would go down with more than one drop and gravity combined.
The back drop to my window pane was dark skies and green ever green trees. The tops of them just barely reached past the roof of our house. I lived in the upper most room of our house. What some would probably consider the attic, but really it wasn't.
The roof of my room was sloped slightly, I never had to worry about hitting my head. In on corner of the room, over my bed, there was maybe a four and half foot gap between my bed and the ceiling. The part over my bed was flat, because it was a balcony on the roof.
My bed itself was one of my favorite things of the room. It was made of wood, with four bed posts, and dark mahogany drapes. The bed it's self was raised off the ground two feet at least, and my dog had to have a three steps to be a
when I say your name,
just know that this is all just a game.
let me inside your head,
to know all those things you'd rather hide.
don't let me lie to you.
Everything I say isn't always the truth.
come here with me,
and let me take you away.
know that I love you forever,
and it will stay that way.
Green With EnvyI'm green with envy,
and I could scream until,
I'm blue in the face.
I'm purple with jealousy,
but I could never tell you,
never tell you.
It tears me up inside,
all the things I know,
all the things I learn.
It's one thing,
that makes me break down and cry.
I thought I lost you,
back in my old high school,
but you've come back to hurt me,
in a new form.
His ArrivalI've had my fair share of random experiences. Everything from losing a tampon in a toilet at my best friends house, and then having her dad plunge it out (the toilet got clogged because my best friend's little sister used too much toilet paper) to losing my grandfather when I was down in North Carolina with my mum looking for houses.
One of the best things I've ever had happen to me was more like a fairy tale experience. One that doesn't occur to people often. And especially not at my age. Which is pretty young.
Thursday March 27th. The day my grandmother was suppose to be flying out from Pennsylvania to stay down in NC. Let me tell you, I wasn't thrilled about my grandmother coming down to visit us. Yes, she cooks amazing food, but ever since my grandfather died and she went off the deep end, she has been kind of crazy. The whole week I would bitch to anyone who was listening about how I was not excited about her coming down, and how I didn't want to clean the house. I even bitched to
I Want, But Can'tI want to throw myself off a cliff,
but into deep safe waters.
I want to love deeply and truly,
but not enough that I'll get hurt.
I want to walk a mile,
but end up running a thousand miles away.
I want to have a marriage,
but not deal with the commitment.
I want to grow up,
but not have the responsibilities of an adult.
I want to write to please the people,
but I don't want it to become a chore.
I want to throw everything away,
but lose nothing.
I want to think,
but not think too deeply.
I want to take dangerous risks,
but never get hurt.
I want a true friendship,
but never have to feel the breaking of trust.
I want a true romantic relationship,
but I don't want to deal with all the negatives.
I want to trust people,
but not be stabbed in the back.
I want to give up things,
but not have people resent me.
I want to help people through their darkest moments,
but I don't want them to always rely on me.
I want to end all the problems in my life,
but still have something of interest happen
Letting Him GoIt's hard to let go of someone you love deeply, even if you know they're going to come back. Maybe not in the next week or so. Maybe not in the next month. But within at least a years time frame, they will be back.
That's what I had to do not so long ago. I had to let the guy that I've fallen deeply in love with, leave my sight once more. I won't lie and say it was easy because I know he'll be back. It was very very hard to let him leave this state and travel 3,000 miles or so back to his home state of California.
Friday April 4. Only a week and a few hours after having my boyfriend fly the 3,000 miles from CA to NC on a surprise trip to visit me, and I was having to let him go back. It was difficult not to cry that day.
I woke up around 4am from a phone call from my mom, telling me that I had to get up because we had to take Myles, my boyfriend, to the airport.
He had already been up for a while, and had taken his shower and everything, so he was prepared already. I,