Poems and Those Kinds of Things

Heather Flowers

(A/N)

Sorry. -Red

I wish to live, to love, to laugh once more.

I want to stop crying, to stop pitying myself.

I don't like it when people call me by my real name.

My favorite nickname was given to me by my first best friend. 'heather flower' 

The heather flower means admiration and good luck. I was lucky to have her, but it seems as if luck has run dry in this twisted mind of mine.

Where did it go? Did it leave me the second I left her? Was she the lucky one, who just happened to be around me a lot?

Most likely. It seems as if I never had luck, but maybe, just maybe, if I waste my birthday wishes, all the 11:11's, shooting stars, and pennys, I will be given a single drop. That is all I need.

God, I'm hopeless. What about you? Have you wasted anything, like time? Like the time I no longer have? Ten minutes to write a single sentence. 

Fix me.

(A/N)

Sorry, Red is out of commission for the next few days, I won't be updating for about 2 weeks. A bunch of school shit is due and I'm suffering. Bye, friends.

-Red