Can I just back up a moment to a time when things were simple? My
head spins just thinking about you now. It makes no sense. Nothing makes
sense anymore. This classroom is just a mere blur of nonsense. Nothing but
nothing. Nothing but anything. Nothing but everything.
It's just a simple crush. Really, it is. I've never met anyone so perfect but you. Glossy blonde hair, fresh pink lips, sparkling eyes. and everything I've ever wanted.
You've turn what I had that I didn't want into something you I have that I long for. Or something that I never knew I had into something I never will have.
But it's ridiculous. Can you imagine the chaos? "Oh, yeah, Parker Mackenzie 'swings both ways'. Isn't it funny? She has a crush on that Lizzie chick". I'd be destroyed.
And so, it comes to conclusion, you're the person who pushes me and the person who catches me. I've fallen down the cliff of lust, and you're the only wind to catch me and let me fly away. I just want to fly away.
This town is so miserable. There's nothing but dust here, blowing in the prehistoric wind. How many curls has it blown through?
But I love it, because I love every lock on your head.
But I don't! I like boys. A lot. I've fallen head over heels for several of them. but they've all broken my heart. But you wouldn't do that, would you? You're too compassionate. You'd understand. I know. Because I know you've had these confused emotions.
You've been sucked into the tornado of rainbow colors too.
But with a different person.
I want to be her. I want to be you. I just want to live in the air, so you can just breathe me in and for a brief moment, we could be the same person. It would be allowed. You're allow to love what keeps you alive. right?
I'm not. The only thing I breathe is your every movement.
But I'm learning to breathe without you. Slowly, I'm breathing without your every movement. You don't need me, so why should I need you?
Someday, I'll leave this place, and all I'll see is the sky. There won't be any you, there won't be any me, there won't be anything at all. The sky will be my canvas, and I'll paint whatever I want.
But I'm a horrible painter. It'll probably be end up a portrait of you, and everyone will be able to see you. Then the world will know your terrific beauty and majesty, and I'll know nothing. I'll just be a shell, a hollow core with no feeling at all.
I'll enjoy myself so much, just smiling in a serene, dead sort of way. I'll love every moment, like a moist crumb on a blank white plate.
I'll just breathe that sky, until the air around me comes back to life. But without you, how can anything breathe? How will anything live?
I'll just run away. Running away will help. No. No it won't. Everywhere I go, you're there.
I'll just breathe with you. For now.
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A/N: For those of you who have read my other stories, this one can reveal a lot. If you read through, say, Secluded and Obscured, there are several hints of this. These emotions change after time, as it is apparent, but she does recall them in Senescent.
Thank you to: Disney channel, Switchfoot, and really bad poetry.
It's just a simple crush. Really, it is. I've never met anyone so perfect but you. Glossy blonde hair, fresh pink lips, sparkling eyes. and everything I've ever wanted.
You've turn what I had that I didn't want into something you I have that I long for. Or something that I never knew I had into something I never will have.
But it's ridiculous. Can you imagine the chaos? "Oh, yeah, Parker Mackenzie 'swings both ways'. Isn't it funny? She has a crush on that Lizzie chick". I'd be destroyed.
And so, it comes to conclusion, you're the person who pushes me and the person who catches me. I've fallen down the cliff of lust, and you're the only wind to catch me and let me fly away. I just want to fly away.
This town is so miserable. There's nothing but dust here, blowing in the prehistoric wind. How many curls has it blown through?
But I love it, because I love every lock on your head.
But I don't! I like boys. A lot. I've fallen head over heels for several of them. but they've all broken my heart. But you wouldn't do that, would you? You're too compassionate. You'd understand. I know. Because I know you've had these confused emotions.
You've been sucked into the tornado of rainbow colors too.
But with a different person.
I want to be her. I want to be you. I just want to live in the air, so you can just breathe me in and for a brief moment, we could be the same person. It would be allowed. You're allow to love what keeps you alive. right?
I'm not. The only thing I breathe is your every movement.
But I'm learning to breathe without you. Slowly, I'm breathing without your every movement. You don't need me, so why should I need you?
Someday, I'll leave this place, and all I'll see is the sky. There won't be any you, there won't be any me, there won't be anything at all. The sky will be my canvas, and I'll paint whatever I want.
But I'm a horrible painter. It'll probably be end up a portrait of you, and everyone will be able to see you. Then the world will know your terrific beauty and majesty, and I'll know nothing. I'll just be a shell, a hollow core with no feeling at all.
I'll enjoy myself so much, just smiling in a serene, dead sort of way. I'll love every moment, like a moist crumb on a blank white plate.
I'll just breathe that sky, until the air around me comes back to life. But without you, how can anything breathe? How will anything live?
I'll just run away. Running away will help. No. No it won't. Everywhere I go, you're there.
I'll just breathe with you. For now.
~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
A/N: For those of you who have read my other stories, this one can reveal a lot. If you read through, say, Secluded and Obscured, there are several hints of this. These emotions change after time, as it is apparent, but she does recall them in Senescent.
Thank you to: Disney channel, Switchfoot, and really bad poetry.