I am unhappy here. I cannot go anywhere other than here or I would make my mother unhappy.
She's been making me unhappy since the moment I was old enough to hear the razors hidden in her words but she is my mother and she says I am not thankful enough for her. Ashton will not say that I am not thankful enough, but I hear it every time he tells me,"you're just a bit much, but I'm trying my best." He says he cannot say I love you, that his tongue seems to tie itself into a knot whenever he tries. I understand, as my tongue has a tendency to tie itself up everytime he talks about her. I want to tell him that no, that girl with a boyfriend who talks to you sometimes in your 4th hour does not love you back, but the fact his tongue untied itself enough to say he loves her leaves me stuck. I guess I understand. That cute boy in the back of my physics class who once laughed at my joke does not love me. I dream his tongue does not tie itself in knots when he tries to say I love you, but I will never know. My stomach ties itself in knots as I think about it and I guess it's only fair since love falls off my tongue the moment someone says something that makes me forget I'm here.
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mindful rambling
Poetry"I am the damsel in distress, and words, my knight in shining armor" this is a wreck but so am i plz read it
