my brown journal no.1
in which nearly every page contains stories about young love, first love.
December 18th, 2011
I do my everyday routine
and still seem to manage time to daydream about you and me
how it used to be
sometimes it literally feels like I'm dreaming
like im thinking of memories from lifetimes ago, thats what it feels like I've spent with you
and are just kids
how did this all happen so fast?
Thursday you said you kinda wanna talk again
and i smiled at that
i said i kinda want to too
i lied
I've been dying to
I've missed you
but then the revelation came
that it could never be the same
the way it should be
the way i so badly want it to be
and i flush you down the drain
and kiss him in front of your face
to give you a little taste
of what has so stalely sat at the bottom of my throat
when i saw you and her that one day
walking home
-g.m.t.
About the Creator
g.m.t
bare bones,
here are rests the things ive wrote,
to purge, to mend whats broke.
read, or dont. <3
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