shoot down the stars.

Four years of what used to be my life are stacked on my bedroom floor. Kinda funny if you think about it.
Give me a number and there's a memory attached.
Page 50 was from that time when I still cared about their opinions.
Page 103. Still can't believe I liked him.
Here's where she signed before she realized she had better things to do than talk to me.
And you. Why did you like me then? I was ugly as fuck.
Hey, this picture was taken before we ever thought about making out.
Hey, this picture was taken before we confessed that yes, we really did care about each other.
Oh damn. My hair really was that bad.

(and yes, I know, it basically still is. But it's significantly better than it used to be, like myself.)

the ink is running toward the page

saw some discarded living room furnishings on the lawn across the street.
I am so tempted to grab it and drive it to your house.
But, of course, the whole not-having-a-driver's-license thing kindof interferes with that fantasy.
maybe i'll just get a pipe and spit out some jargon like i'm so cool.
I've pretty much got the second part covered ahaha.

hit or miss.

you get it or you don't:

"Hi, my name is Christy"
"Hi Christy"
long time user of myths and fantasies
got the track marks cutting through my dreams
to prove it

and when i woke up
i rubbed my eyes
and found yours

a window to the soul, they say
threw a ladder to your window and climbed inside
tumbled onto the floor with that stupid goofy grin
moving forward
centimeter by centimeter

meet me after school
by the plant behind the bungalow
fireworks
a jolt and a zap
moving forward
inch by inch

tumbled onto the couch with that lovable goofy grin
what happens
when i put my hands here?
what happens
when i move my tongue there?
moving forward
foot by foot
(hand in hand)

tumbled into your arms with that admiring goofy grin
tested boundaries
pushpushpush
fasterfasterfaster
inch by inch
foot by foot
mile by mile
fasterfasterfaster
boundaries tested

but wait!
what happens
when he hits a stop sign
and all i see
is a green light?

playfastforwardpause-
rewind.

talk it out
send it back to the lab
do the results match up?
check your list twice.

flying colors.

i'll look after you.

happiness that should have been mine becomes happiness that is.

i feel safe and warm in your arms. this is The Turn. we are taking something ordinary and making it into something extraordinary. i just want to curl up next to you and stay there forever. hold me closer. i am your tiny dancer. there is something in the way you pull me close for a moment, to take in my scent and keep me close and maybe reassure yourself that i'm still there-
it is the definition of perfection.
in the eyes of this beholder, anyways.

"Summer." she stated matter-of-factly. "Then we'll have hours together, with this whole house all to ourselves." Her eyes were pleading with him to believe, to feel content with her words.
"But I want you now," he counters with an edge in his voice. She sighs slightly and he pretends not to notice.
"I know you do, D. And likewise, of course. I want you so bad. But we're not going to find a real moment alone until summer," she sighs loudly, and continues. "Think you can hold off until then?"
Doug paused for a moment, contemplating his options.
"For you?" he asks, taking in the look on her face. "For you, I'd wait a million years if I had to."
"You really think a line like that will work on a girl like me?" she responds, a smile playing across her lips, one of many brought to her by this boy in particular.
"Well," he started. "That depends. Did it work?"

wizard.

"Tell me one thing," said Harry. "Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?"

Dumbledore beamed at him, and his voice sounded loud and strong in Harry's ears even though the bright mist was descending again, obscuring his figure."Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"