Tag: Sadie Hawkins

Love Harder

Three letters.

Three notes

So full of honesty

That I nearly choked on the strength of them

While I was pouring them

Onto those clean sheets of paper.

I love the number three;

I think I may have mentioned that,

At some point or another,

Though I can’t remember for sure.

Things have been like that a lot recently.

I keep finding that the little memories

Are slowly slipping away from me.

You’d think I would mind:

You’d think I’d object to losing

A second with you,

Even if the seconds I’m losing

Are ones already spent in your company.

I don’t, though.

I’ve found that I don’t care

If I forget some tiny details,

Because I remember the emotions.

I remember how it feels

To be curled up against your side,

Even if I can’t remember our conversation.

On top of that, I’m fine with replacing

The old memories with new ones-

Each sweeter than the last.

I’ve never been one of those people

Who puts everything into a relationship.

I’m always too afraid

To fall as hard as I’m ought to

Into arms that might not care

As much as they pretend to.

With you, though, with you

I can’t help but give up everything,

Can’t help but give you my entire being

And every mistake and heartbreak

That I’ve accumulated over the years-

As well as a lifetime of pent-up love

That now I bestow on you.

Should I Stay or Should I Go

We’re having a Sadie Hawkin’s dance on Halloween and I decided to be a gross sappy girlfriend and do a gross, sappy invitation for Garrett. I have been working for literally hours, but finally…

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YAY!

I still have to write my words along the side and whatnot, but the worst is over. Now I think I’m going to go to bed before I decide to do anything else crazy. Or my hand falls off. (It really does hurt. I’m a perfectionist AND my colored pencils weren’t sharpened AND my sharpener was broken. Though admittedly I did take a break to watch X Men: Days of Future Past. Good movie, I’d recommend it for anybody.)

I hope that doesn’t constitute as complaining… oh well.

I’m still extremely proud of myself.