Every flower that blooms

will face the day it wilts,

the question is when?

Nothing is forever,

which is why time is precious.

I feel so guilty for leading you on.

In return, would Karma get back at me by forbidding me access to

the person of my dreams?

x

B.

First time I've slapped a guy.

Not the first time I gave someone the finger.

But the first time I've meant it so much, and it was directed at this guy I've slapped.

First time I've cried on the street, for a friend,

scratch that,

for a sister,

and what do I get in return?

(Mind you, this all happened within one day,

today.

Just now.)

Answer:

a broken heart.

All I was asking for was for my sisters' heart to be spared.

Is that too much?

x

Not everyone's a perfect communicator,

turns out a portion of those who have this problem,

just need time to overcome it.

So glad you're back,

it's been a long while since,

the wait, longer still.

B.

It's one of those days where I actually

*wait for this*

miss my dad.

My feelings

are in return,

reflected of the weather -

a Red Rainstorm.

Must be teenage hormones.

B.

"Who wants to be ridin' high when you'll just crumble back on down.

You give up everything you are and even then you don't get far.

They make believe that everything is exactly what it seems.

But at least when you're at your worst you'l know how to feel things..."

It was as if you've lifted me up sky-high,

and let me free-fall to the ground,

Ka-Bam.

This isn't even the fear one feels while on board one of those

turbo drop rides in theme parks and fairgrounds,

because at least they let you know from the start that

the whole point of the ride is to feel the thrill of the dip.

What you've done here is cruel :[

You let me know you wanted one thing,

and acted the reverse on the next day.

I'm heartbroken.

B.

Do you ever let yourself go down the path of 'wrongfulness',

knowing exactly what's ahead?

I've done exactly that,

and the cycle repeats itself.

Thought this time, somewhere down the path

there might actually BE something different.

Just when I've begun to put in some hope,

there,

I'm thrown deep down into a trap hole again,

on my lonesome.

Oh well,

its just a matter of time when someone else comes along

to bring me up

and walk me to another one.

What else was I expecting, out of yet another one of these encounters.

Its all but the mere results of alcohol intoxication.

B

I guess things do happen for a reason.

Now, I've learnt my lesson.

I bid yet more immaturity within me, farewell,

though there are much to remain.

B.