never-existed96

Sitting with him, was my antidote, for every single pain forced upon me. Living for him was my destiny, for every day, hour, minute, and second. Loving him was my choice, but also a spell that kills me when he's gone. Hugging him is torture, sweet torture. I wouldn't trade it for the world. Talking to him, is my right, yet I blush every single time. Knowing him, is my sin, and Iwill die many times for this man. Lying with him,under the midnight sun, is my dream, and I will die right here in your arms. Him loving me, I don't understand, yet I am grateful, though it doesn't keep him. Seeing him, with the changing eyes, and the marble sk

Oxymoron. That is what I am. I am a misplaced thing. I am a bird put in the ocean. I am also a girl who doesn't belong. I live in a hick town. It is where everybody is good at sports, and bad at language. It is very vague, but true. I am treated as if I don't exist, but am seen through a two-way glass. I see through human eyes, but I sometimes think I am seeing a different picture than everybody else. I see kids, rotten kids that care nothing about how they will grow up. They just wonder how long it will take to get there. They are pushing themselves into adulthood. I, however, worry about school. I don't care how I am in the social tower. I