And I'm like.. can't you just try and hate me?
Do both of us a favor, just try and erase me
Cuz this love thing has a chokehold on my brain
Now I know why they say, "too much of a good thing"
And our good thing has gone bad..
But we still reminise on what we had
And we still hope one day we can get it back
And we both lead self-destructive paths
We're we ever meant to be?
Or did we just happen to eachother?
Should we just wait it out?
Or both move onto another?
I ask you questions with no expectance of a reply
Like, "Was it really worth it everytime that you lied?"
"And what about all the times that I cried?"
Bet you thought I'd ever say my final goodbye
And I hate to admit it, but your still kind of right..
Cuz everytime that you call, I pick up..and say, "Hi."
So, I've decided to follow my dreams..Now what??
For those who don't know me, and even for those who do.. let me give you some background..
I was born to write. It's in my DNA, litterly. My dad was a writer. I used to get mad at my mom when I was two because she would read to me every night and I couldn't read the stories like she did. At three I had mastered memorizing any book she would read to me so that I could read it with her on the next occasion. At four, I wrote my first poem..It was about the stars. I was hooked, I was in love, this was destiny at it's finest.
I can't begin to express to you the love and the passion I have for my craft. It's not a hobby. It's a component to my soul. I am one of those people who burry their inner feelings deep down. Although I am great with listening to other people vent their life's frustrations, I am not so great at verbally expressing mine. Writing has been my therapy ever since the beginning of my memories. When you can visually see how you feel on the inside come through on the outside it captures an undeniable sense of reality. When I write how I feel I know that at that point it's real.
With that being said, this is day one of me "following my dreams." Even though I always knew I had this great talent and passion, I didn't always..still don't..know what to do with it. All I know is there are other people who can draw inspiration from my words as I have gathered inspiration from others' words. Relating to someone who has shared/does share the same true inner feelings as you cannot be faked. I want people to read something I wrote and feel a tug on their heart strings. I want someone to read something I wrote and say, "Wow, she's been there. Other people have felt like how I feel right now."
I don't know where this blog will take me, or my readers, but I do know that it's going somewhere great because it's coming from somewhere real. If you are someone who thrives off the truth, and even some self-discovery, we will get along just fine. Day one.
"The only thing I was fit for was to be a writer. This notion rested soley on my suspicion that I would never be fit for real work, and writing didn't require any." - Russel Baker
I was born to write. It's in my DNA, litterly. My dad was a writer. I used to get mad at my mom when I was two because she would read to me every night and I couldn't read the stories like she did. At three I had mastered memorizing any book she would read to me so that I could read it with her on the next occasion. At four, I wrote my first poem..It was about the stars. I was hooked, I was in love, this was destiny at it's finest.
I can't begin to express to you the love and the passion I have for my craft. It's not a hobby. It's a component to my soul. I am one of those people who burry their inner feelings deep down. Although I am great with listening to other people vent their life's frustrations, I am not so great at verbally expressing mine. Writing has been my therapy ever since the beginning of my memories. When you can visually see how you feel on the inside come through on the outside it captures an undeniable sense of reality. When I write how I feel I know that at that point it's real.
With that being said, this is day one of me "following my dreams." Even though I always knew I had this great talent and passion, I didn't always..still don't..know what to do with it. All I know is there are other people who can draw inspiration from my words as I have gathered inspiration from others' words. Relating to someone who has shared/does share the same true inner feelings as you cannot be faked. I want people to read something I wrote and feel a tug on their heart strings. I want someone to read something I wrote and say, "Wow, she's been there. Other people have felt like how I feel right now."
I don't know where this blog will take me, or my readers, but I do know that it's going somewhere great because it's coming from somewhere real. If you are someone who thrives off the truth, and even some self-discovery, we will get along just fine. Day one.
"The only thing I was fit for was to be a writer. This notion rested soley on my suspicion that I would never be fit for real work, and writing didn't require any." - Russel Baker
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