The Writer There she sits in the coffee shop writing her story. A story about guy meets girl, guy falls for girl and the typical happy ending after traumatic events. She stops half way and drops her pen. She looks out the coffee shop window. The busy world behind the window streams by. Business men and women on their phones, taxis and buses on their normal route, and then there is him. Every morning he arrives, she looks at her watch, 8:05 on the dot. Normally wearing a suit that range from dark blue to black. His hair looks soft and is gelled up a little. He comes in and knows the waitresses by name. She's had only one encounter with him when she had to get some sugar for her coffee. He had gorgeous blue eyes. However, she and him would smile at each other and nothing more, that was all they spoke. They knew of each other's existence but neither one would say anything. He'd order his normal brew of coffee, wait for five minutes, he'd look at her from time to time, then a fina
A Neverending ThoughtWhy do i keep trying?When I know there is nothingEverythingFrom movies scenesTo the words in lyricsRemind me of you and II don't knowWhat to doI try to get away from youAnd yetThere you areBut instead I see youWith another girlHappierHolding herLike you did to meTelling her thingsThat said to meOnly difference is thatShe is the reason you liveAnd you have became the reasonI live.
HeartlessThe days rotTurning to dustIll stare out the windowWondering.Where you areWhat are you doingLong drivesShort coffee breaksThings that remind meOf youOf usAll the memories fadeLike a painful scarIve thrown away my maskTo show everyoneWho I amWhat ive been hidingThey judge abd teaseI could care lessIm happier this wayHappier with the painMaybe ill prove to youI am not heartlessMy heart still hates meBecause of what I did to you.Dont forgive me.
The Shell She sat there hugging her knees to her chest on the cold hard wood floor of her bedroom. Staring at the shell he had given her when they had met a year ago. She remembered how much he hated the sand in between his toes, when he threw her in to the ocean causing them both to laugh so hard, their sides would hurt. Getting ice cream near the pier, resting on the cool beach watching the sky fade from blue to orange to red. She rested her head on his shoulder and in that memory she realized she had fallen in love with him, was practically crazy about him. She was crazy for his touch, his breath against her neck when they slept, just the sheer presence of him being there. Telling her things would always get better, and stayed there by her side. At least she thought he would. She held the peach and salmon colored conch shell close to her. Like a memory, the conch held a memory of the ocean, the beautiful sound it makes. This shell, it held more than just a sound that caught the o
Night She lies there that night staring up at the blank, white ceiling. Hands folded on her belly as she laid in a dark blue, short sleeved t-shirt and shorts. She is saddened by life, by everyone that comes and goes. She lifts her arms above her face, and stares at the crimson cuts down her wrists. Tears flow down her face and stain the pillow underneath her. Wiping the tears away she sits herself up on the edge of her queen size bed. Outside she sees the moon, which causes to illuminate her room. Pushing herself away from the bed she slips into her black, fluffy slippers and walks towards the balcony doors. She grips the metal handle, and pulls the large white door back, a gust of cold wind welcomes her outside, causing the hairs on her arms stand on their ends. The sky of the city is illuminated by the buildings and skyscrapers along with the sounds of many cars buzzing by, twenty floors below. The balcony is a large, wide ledge. She hops on top of it. She swings her feet on