mother nature

My blood is boiling with anger for the things you say and the things you don't, and for a second I want to forget it all, so I close my eyes and focus on the thunder and rain. Thank you mother nature for being my friend.

it's no surprise

He wanted to be loved but he didn't want to love back, it always happens, I wasn't surprised.

the worst kind of sadness

The worst kind of sadness is the one you get when you're fully aware you should be fine, you should feel perfect but somehow you can't. It's not a gradual deterioration, it hits you  all of sudden. 

I was fine, it was a normal day and then I could've sworn there was a hole in the middle of my chest where my heart used to belong, the void felt so deep it surpassed the depth of my body. 

Just an unexplicable emptyness.

oh honey

I have a feeling that his lips would taste like honey. I'm not sure why but in my mind his kiss would be lusciously sweet.

loud and clear

He felt the need to add the word "friend" with his goodbye, clearly setting the line of what we were. I heard you loud and clear. 

planned and approved

Did your heart sink saying those words like mine sank hearing you say them? Or were you just following your already planned and approved protocol?

the fallen birds

You are shooting two birds with one stone, I'm sure you didn't want to hurt any birds at all.

the romantic

It was equal parts funny and annoying, the boy wrote poems in foreign languages for a girl he couldn't even identify or name. He confused me for her twice, but he insisted in calling himself a romantic...