Day Seventy Three.

You are so easily convinced, that he cares about you.
SO easily convinced that everything will be all right,
That there is an explanation for his mistakes,
That there is a reason why he has left you hanging,
Again.

Day SeventyTwo.

I'm falling in love with my pen.

Day SeventyOne.

Hypocrite,
I don't know how to tell you
That all the things you complain about are true about you too.

Day Seventy.

I can hear the sound of defeat
And the dwindling armies, they start to retreat
And the waves keep on splashing the salt in my hair
But this tired old veil has started to tear
And the sun's shining through with a powerful light
The past keeps on dimming the future seems bright
My eyelids grow heavy, but I'm still awake
The feelings that flood me are vexing to fake
And as I fall deeper I know what is true,
Waking is dreaming when I am with you.

Day SixtyNine.

Slow down,
So I can hear myself think
And the ground that's beneath us has no time to sink
And the wind rushing past us has no where to go
And the clock in my chest is just starting to slow
Speed up,
And I'll catch my breath
Surpass all the odds and we will avert death
The ticking hand tells me that you're all I need
And swallows me whole, as I'm lost in the speed.

Day SixtyEight.

;)

Day SixtySeven.

It's getting more difficult with each passing second to stay in control.

Day SixtySix.

cont.

Number Four:

I'm writing to apologize for letting our friendship slip away.
I've written to you in my notebooks, but you'll never see those letters.
It's too late to fix the way we ended.
I have missed you a lot, and sometimes I still do.
I used to know you so well, and sometimes when I look at you,
I feel like I'm looking at a different person.
The truth is. I know I'm in the wrong.
No matter what I may have thought, felt,
I shouldn't have put anyone before our friendship.
And although I am hurt you gave up on me for such a seemingly trivial reason,
I have come to understand how much something like what I did to you can hurt.
I'm so sorry.

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I'm so sorry for everything I put you through.
I hope you know you mean everything to me.

Day SixtyFive.

I will do these things.

Number Two:

1. belly button.
2. shoulder blades.
3. the colour of my eyes.
4. back dimples.
5. hair when it's wavy.
   

Day SixtyFour.

"If You Don't Believe Anything, Please Believe This"

I found a blog that inspired me to write.
http://youareremarkable.wordpress.com/

Day SixtyThree.

I keep getting so behind in my blogging,
Because the only time I have anything to write about,
Is when I want something I can't have.

Day SixtyTwo.

What is the purpose of life,
And is there a god,
And where do we go when we die,
And do we have souls.
All of those unanswerable questions,

Make me wonder.
And I love wondering with all of you.

Day Sixtyone.

You are the first.

Day Sixty.

Instant gratification, right at my fingertips.
The last thing that I want to do is lose control.

Day FiftyNine.

Out-of-Bounds.
Is the way to go.
Because the way my heart drops into my stomach,
And the way heat spreads through me like water soaking through the bathroom tiles.
Is enough to make me faint,

Day FiftyEight.

one week.

Day Fiftyseven.

I started to write an embarrassing poem, then thought better of it.

Day FiftySix.

I thought this was cute
like your face

Day FiftyFive.

I would really like to live in a cliche of picture perfect moments.
Warmed by the sun through my window, with white sheets and red roses and breakfast in bed.
Fluffy snow angels, and mitten hand holding,
With hot chocolate and marshmallows, and red cheeks.
And happy endings.

Day FiftyFour.

Day FiftyThree.

I'm pretty sure that everyday things are just getting better and better, again.
Because I love the type of days where everything feels cozy,
And cute and wonderful.
Because,
I love playing monopoly, and baking cookies, and massages, and movies, and kissing, and cuddling,
SO MUCH.

Also, I make the best cookies.

Day FiftyTwo.

I love how we cuddle, and look up sex tips, and have tickle fights, and do massages, and eat rocky road ice cream, and cantalope, and oranges, and gossip, and listen to cute songs on youtube, and pretend that our popsicle is karen's boyfriend's little friend, and how both of you say silly things like "I don't like how it smells like worms outside!", and how one of you is a germaphobe, and how you say silly words like festering, and how we all get all red after like less than one shot,

And just how great it is to have such amazing friends. (L)

Day FiftyOne.

I think.
That you just made my life.

Day Fifty.

I am making a wishlist,
Just for fun.

Day FortyNine.

I don't know what to write.

Day FortyEight.

I wish that everything was as simple as a 2 piece puzzle.
I wish that everything was as clear as polished glass.
I wish that everything was as absolute as the earth beneath our feet.
I wish that everything was as auspicious as eleven, eleven p.m.
I wish that everything was as inspiring as the way you make me feel.

I wish that everything was as arresting
as those perfect moments in between the thought and the action.

Day FortySeven.

Maybe.

Day FortySix.

"Oh Gary, you're such a mancatch."
I love you two!
Ahahaha.
STIFFY.

Day FortyFive.

Halloween was amazing.
Definitely an amazing party,
With amazing people,
And amazing costumes,
I especially loved how we matched. :)

Day FortyFour.

You make my life,
Because.
When I have a bad day,
Only you would watch home videos from 1995 with me.
Instead of going to the dance.
And not complain.
(L)