Stripes

So I got new wall paper!

It looks pretty good I'd say! 

It hides every little crack and hole. 

Hiding every imperfection is its specialty. 

The wall behind it is stained and old. 

Its a relief to know that it is now covered up by green and brown stripes. 

Everyone that comes in my house can't judge me for that old wall anymore. 

It was an ugly blue color that was way too noticeable. 

This way the wall is still noticeable but in a good way. 

No one will really know what's behind it! 

But I'll always know that it's still there. 

I would just wreck it down, but what would a house be without a wall? 

Leave or Love?

I'm doing what you asked! 

I'm doing what you told..

I try to show you that I'm happy... but my heart is freezing cold. 

I gave you a chance! 

My whole body aches for you to take it. 

It hurts too much to even watch you dance.

I think it's ironic. 

That this is me now. 

Begging for you like mountains beg for titonics. 

The past two years were just a game. 

Why'd you play? I never did. 

The fact that you did is just a shame. 

You can't win against yourself. 

Unless me losing was the goal. 

But why play me? Why not anyone else?

I wish I could run up to you and change your feelings. 

Your thoughts. 

Your mind. 

I wish I could tell you I'm still right here. 

I wish you would fight for me like I am for you. 

Time is running out. I can't wait for nothing forever. 

And I'm good at packing my things and moving on. 

Hopefully next place is somewhere I can be happy. 

And where losers like me, can win games. 

In two you.

I'm in two. 

"I can't believe you're not broken yet"

I guess I'm better at hiding it then I thought. 

I'm in two. 

I just wish I wasn't in two you. 

It's not perfect. But neither are we.

I'm sorta just sitting here. 

Waiting for the stampede of thoughts to rush to my head. 

Waiting to over think your every word like all girls do. 

I guess you couldn't call me a "normal" girl anymore though. 

No one really ever could. 

Or did.

But right now I'm blank. 

I have no response to this piece of paper that is now uncontrollably shaking in my cold hands. 

Their usually warm. 

Not today though. 

You can't find the pulse but I know it's still there. 

It's still there. 

Are you? 

You said you are, but your harder to find than a zombies pulse. 

I feel like a zombie everyday. 

I could walk through my day with my eyes shut. 

It's always the same. 

Repeating 24/7

My same words. 

My same word. 

My same breaths of air. 

Although I am lucky. 

I get to breathe it.

That's where me and the zombie differ. 

I can breathe. 

I can breathe.