My Home Girl, Tony

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My 80's Love Story

Sometimes I wish my life could be like an 80's movie.

I want it like they had.
true love stories.
& nothing but that.

- i want my heart to break.
i want to get up in the morning,
every morning
& feel like i'm a brand new person.
i want this thing that everyone talks about.

i want love.

That kinda thing when the guy is waiting at the front door, hand-picked flowers in hand, after an argument, willing to fight for the relationship.

That kinda thing when the guy will make a complete fool of himself in public just to see the girl laugh.

That kinda thing when the guy phones me to tell me he loves me & hangs up not 'cause he wants be reminded, but simply because he just loves telling her.

A relationship that thrives on the privacy of it's nature.
Beautiful & passive because of it's simplicity, yet so in depth only we (us - you & I) could understand.

I hate cliche.
I hate pet names.
No body needs to know about how we feel but one another.
So it's genuinely just -
me & you
you & i
us

That would be my 80's love story.
♡
kCh
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410 LIFE Heartbreak

Failing to figure it all out.
Losing friends like they're going out of fashion,
Not knowing who they are,
The true ones.
Longing for answers,
I hear the truth as the sweetest melody.
So rare.
So unique in it's absolute existance.
So difficult to share.
Feelings precious,
Uncared for.
Beautiful in it's own glass covered guard.
Shattered with the smallest things.
& I search, alone,
For all the pieces.
Never felt the glory in relying on others.
Love.
What?
I wouldn't know,
I'm fifteen.
So, who's going to tell me?
I know God's love.
I know Family love.
I know Best Friend love.
That's all.
I think the others are bull.
My heart is sore, now.
A tear?
No.
Display of weakness is lame.
That's what I tell myself.
It's Friday now.
Thursday ran away.
I blame Thursday for yesterday's mistakes.
Run away.
Why would I blame myself?
Time is a bitch.
Or is it me?
So I go,
I question my ways, thoughts, actions, values, life.
& I disappoint myself.
I try to stop thinking.
There's too much time for me to think.
So I try not to.
I switch on the T.V.
I'm looking at nothing.
I can see what's on the screen,
But there's a difference.
I don't listen to what people say.
I choose to hear their lesson's learnt.
Why should I believe them?
Ignorance is bliss.
Stuck in my own bubble of arrogance.
"I can do it on my own.
Fuck you if you think I can't."
Thoughts sprint through my mind.
Change subjects faster than light.
Exagerations are annoying.
Irritated.
The beauty of pure rebellion is the feeling of conquer.
I will conquer everything I touch.
Boys are chilled.
They're bitches too.
Gossip is a hobby.
LOL
Boys are girls now.
Girls are the same.
Emotions ae stupid.
Happiness is cool.
Peace is all I wish for.
Love is a mission.
Crush.
He's a confusion.
A fun one.
Put a paper bag over his head & make a hole for his mouth.
His words are gold.
I think he's silly but knowledgable.
An adventure.
Cool factor.
I forgot my shapes.
I don't do hearts.
Stupid.

Failing to figure it out.
K
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