I only push you away because I don't know what I want.
I wish I could make you understand that I don't want to hurt you,
I didn't then and I don't now.
I DO care about you, I never stopped caring for you.
And just so you know, I still love you unconditionally.
And I know you love her and I know your happy.
Im glad that you are,
Honestly I am.
And I knew that you probably would read that at some point,
though I shouldn't have posted it.
You were right when you said that you overdosing would kill me if I found out,
But I do wish that you would have talked to me about that.
Aren't friends supposed to be there to help?
I know that
I don't know how much more of this I can take.
I don't know how many more of those freaking adorable poems that you write to each other I can read.
Its too freaking cute not to like what you two write back and forth.
And isn't like I could really avoid it.
Its posted on a site.
Where I follow you both.
I'm too curious not to read it.
And I know I shouldn't.
And I know I shouldn't keep dragging myself into this.
I know I need to stay away from her.
And you.
But I cant.
I don't want to not talk to two people who mean a lot to me.
Because I cant control my emotions.
I know I don't need to have that conversation with you.
But I
Shooting Stars-Collab by ObsessiveAddiction, literature
Literature
Shooting Stars-Collab
I want to spend the night gazing at the stars with you.
I need to feel you right beside me to believe this is true.
I want to watch a shooting star as it falls out of the sky
And dives deep into the sparkling gray-storm iris of your eye.
I want you wrapped in my arms as we wish for the impossible.
Because when I'm with you, I feel like I'm invincible.
Impossible is nothing around you.
I feel like there's nothing I can't do.
Anything can happen, anything at all.
I want you with me when the stars drop from the sky,
One by one until all is dark and we can finally fly.
I want you to hold my hand as we watch the little lights disappear
11:11 make a wish by ObsessiveAddiction, literature
Literature
11:11 make a wish
at 11:11 i thought about wishing for you.
then i decided not to.
ive been told that wishes backfire.
and maybe they do.
and wishing for you, shouldnt be done.
i only want you to want me if you want to.
i cant make you love me.
and i wouldnt if i could.
you dont.
im very aware.
so i wont ever wish for you at my favorite time.
or on that shooting star out my window.
or as my last fleeting thought before i close my eyes at night.
i wish...
i wish...
i wish...
i wish i understood you a little better.
Maybe destiny got it wrong. by ObsessiveAddiction, literature
Literature
Maybe destiny got it wrong.
Jessie was a dancer with too many dreams.
She spent her days dancing through the streets with no music, pirouetting to rock songs in her basement
and carving hearts onto her palms with a paperclip.
James was a writer living in his head.
He spent his nights climbing to the tops of trees trying to reach the stars and writing poetry in old history books.
Then he met Jessie.
Jessie made his days enough.
he tried to catch her emerald-sparkled eye
he sent her paper-planed love letters
and called her house while she was at ballet.
he screamed her name out when he was alone.
Maybe she just wasn't listening
Jessie was sitting alone, drawi
I know, and I never expected anything different.
If I did, I would have been fooling myself.
And I never was good at convincing.
I knew what you were going to tell me.
You really didn't have to explain.
I cant say it didn't hurt.
It did, a lot.
Even more so that I wasn't first told by you.
And that when you did tell me,
It was composed in a letter.
A formal letter that didn't sound at all like you.
Using completely different words than if you were to say it.
Though I cant blaming you for not wanting to.
A note really is the best way out, isn't it?
You got your point across much easier.
Especially when one doesn't understand
11 things to 11 people by ObsessiveAddiction, literature
Literature
11 things to 11 people
11 things to 11 people
[1] know that I don't want to hurt you. it's the last thing I want to do. I do love you, just not the way you need me to. And for that I am sorry. But thank you for always sticking by me, even though I know we go through rough spots quite often. You never leave me to go through it alone.
[2] every song I listen to reminds me of you. You are buried deep in my subconscious mind, right next to breathing. I could never let you go, even if I wanted to. I could never forget you.
[3] forget me. Pleasepleaseplease just forget how you felt about me. Forget what we had. Try to forget that I broke your heart. Forget that you wa
Whatever Happens, Happens. by ObsessiveAddiction, literature
Literature
Whatever Happens, Happens.
You know we fucked up.
I know you do.
I heard it in your voice.
I heard that slight hesitation.
Like we didn't know what to say.
And I guess we don't.
My voice cracked when you answered.
You paused when you realized it was me.
Things are different now aren't they?
I was hoping they wouldn't be.
But I knew they were.
Since that moment when time stopped.
When you whispered my biggest secret.
And I know I shouldn't have pushed things.
Shouldn't have let you have that chance to know.
But it happened, and now its different.
Things happen for a reason though, right?
I only push you away because I don't know what I want.
I wish I could make you understand that I don't want to hurt you,
I didn't then and I don't now.
I DO care about you, I never stopped caring for you.
And just so you know, I still love you unconditionally.
And I know you love her and I know your happy.
Im glad that you are,
Honestly I am.
And I knew that you probably would read that at some point,
though I shouldn't have posted it.
You were right when you said that you overdosing would kill me if I found out,
But I do wish that you would have talked to me about that.
Aren't friends supposed to be there to help?
I know that
I don't know how much more of this I can take.
I don't know how many more of those freaking adorable poems that you write to each other I can read.
Its too freaking cute not to like what you two write back and forth.
And isn't like I could really avoid it.
Its posted on a site.
Where I follow you both.
I'm too curious not to read it.
And I know I shouldn't.
And I know I shouldn't keep dragging myself into this.
I know I need to stay away from her.
And you.
But I cant.
I don't want to not talk to two people who mean a lot to me.
Because I cant control my emotions.
I know I don't need to have that conversation with you.
But I
Shooting Stars-Collab by ObsessiveAddiction, literature
Literature
Shooting Stars-Collab
I want to spend the night gazing at the stars with you.
I need to feel you right beside me to believe this is true.
I want to watch a shooting star as it falls out of the sky
And dives deep into the sparkling gray-storm iris of your eye.
I want you wrapped in my arms as we wish for the impossible.
Because when I'm with you, I feel like I'm invincible.
Impossible is nothing around you.
I feel like there's nothing I can't do.
Anything can happen, anything at all.
I want you with me when the stars drop from the sky,
One by one until all is dark and we can finally fly.
I want you to hold my hand as we watch the little lights disappear
11:11 make a wish by ObsessiveAddiction, literature
Literature
11:11 make a wish
at 11:11 i thought about wishing for you.
then i decided not to.
ive been told that wishes backfire.
and maybe they do.
and wishing for you, shouldnt be done.
i only want you to want me if you want to.
i cant make you love me.
and i wouldnt if i could.
you dont.
im very aware.
so i wont ever wish for you at my favorite time.
or on that shooting star out my window.
or as my last fleeting thought before i close my eyes at night.
i wish...
i wish...
i wish...
i wish i understood you a little better.
Maybe destiny got it wrong. by ObsessiveAddiction, literature
Literature
Maybe destiny got it wrong.
Jessie was a dancer with too many dreams.
She spent her days dancing through the streets with no music, pirouetting to rock songs in her basement
and carving hearts onto her palms with a paperclip.
James was a writer living in his head.
He spent his nights climbing to the tops of trees trying to reach the stars and writing poetry in old history books.
Then he met Jessie.
Jessie made his days enough.
he tried to catch her emerald-sparkled eye
he sent her paper-planed love letters
and called her house while she was at ballet.
he screamed her name out when he was alone.
Maybe she just wasn't listening
Jessie was sitting alone, drawi
11 things to 11 people by ObsessiveAddiction, literature
Literature
11 things to 11 people
11 things to 11 people
[1] know that I don't want to hurt you. it's the last thing I want to do. I do love you, just not the way you need me to. And for that I am sorry. But thank you for always sticking by me, even though I know we go through rough spots quite often. You never leave me to go through it alone.
[2] every song I listen to reminds me of you. You are buried deep in my subconscious mind, right next to breathing. I could never let you go, even if I wanted to. I could never forget you.
[3] forget me. Pleasepleaseplease just forget how you felt about me. Forget what we had. Try to forget that I broke your heart. Forget that you wa
Whatever Happens, Happens. by ObsessiveAddiction, literature
Literature
Whatever Happens, Happens.
You know we fucked up.
I know you do.
I heard it in your voice.
I heard that slight hesitation.
Like we didn't know what to say.
And I guess we don't.
My voice cracked when you answered.
You paused when you realized it was me.
Things are different now aren't they?
I was hoping they wouldn't be.
But I knew they were.
Since that moment when time stopped.
When you whispered my biggest secret.
And I know I shouldn't have pushed things.
Shouldn't have let you have that chance to know.
But it happened, and now its different.
Things happen for a reason though, right?
I Dont Wanna Know. by ObsessiveAddiction, literature
Literature
I Dont Wanna Know.
"love shouldn't be so hard, and if it isn't working maybe it's just not meant to."
And its not hard.
I love you.
And its not hard.
But its not working out,
But how can it when you don't even know?
I think you know.
I think you're playing games.
You admitted that you like mind games,
But do you like to play games with my mind?
I just cant decide.
You're making me doubt this,
While giving me hope.
You're making me wonder,
When I don't wanna know.
So listen, I know I said that I was fine
But the truth is: I'm not even close to that.
I know I said that I got him out of my head
But the truth is: He never actually left.
I know you want me to answer all your
Questions with more than yes or no
But the truth is: I can't think of anything
Else, my mind is too cloudy and words
Are blurred. I know you've always thought
That I was the strong one but the truth is:
Unshed tears are eating me alive
And it hurts more than hell, more than
I can show. It's hard just to breathe as
The weight of this hiding crushes my chest
And I want to scream. I want to cry, cry so hard.
Why can
The rain is falling and you can't hear anyone but the voice in your head. It's telling you to scream, to run, to disappear and never come back. The tears are caressing your cheekbones and melting away, blending with the raindrops and nobody can tell that you are actually crying. Nobody but you. But nobody cares enough to pay close attention anyway. Your throat hurts so much that it's hard to swallow and even the idea of opening your mouth to free a single sound hurts so much that you just want to curl yourself up on the ground and stay like that until the rain stops falling. Your chest hurts so damn much that you consider stopping breathing
Restless Heart Syndrome by bellatrix-dsn, literature
Literature
Restless Heart Syndrome
Saying that I miss you like
my mind misses the quietness before
my thoughts became too loud to actually hear anything but the static of your voice
is an understatement.
Saying that not knowing where you are depresses me like
a winter day when the sky is full painted with grey clouds ready
to collide making me feel so oppressed
doesn't even represent a sixth of how I am feeling.
Saying that words can't truly express what in my mind is so clear like
seashells drowning so very slowly in the sea and slightly touching
the sand leaving the image blurred to the spectator
is too simple.
My mind is out of focus
and I swear that I
I want to hold a rainbow,
And gently strip each color apart
From each other.
The colors would brighten my world,
As a piece of tape that holds my heart together.
I want to jump rope with each color,
Just to see if my mood changes.
I would attach the red to the blue,
The violet to the orange,
The green to the yellow.
I would forget about indigo,
It's a sad shade of a bruise.
Doesn't just the sound of it
Make you want to run away, just go?
If each color of the rainbow were apologies,
You would be perfectly happy.
Seven apologies should be enough to forgive me.
I would tie each color together,
And stretch them across the world
Current Residence: in my thoughts Operating System: vista. MP3 player of choice: i-pod Shell of choice: the little shells i find in the sand at the lake Wallpaper of choice: my trippy purple wallpaper Personal Quote: Lithium? Who says I need Lithium? Okay maybe I do but that's besides the point!
Favourite Movies
the notebook, RENT,wristcutters-a love story, 50 first dates
i have decided that i am no longer going to be using this account. having two deviantart accounts is rather difficult to keep up with.
my name on my other account is WonderfullyBroken. Mark, please ignore this and do not visit my other account. i refuse to quit posting on that one. so if you see something you dont like, its on you this time.
sorry.
-annabre-
The Bucket List, Hit forward and place an X by all the things you've done and remove the X from the ones you have not, and send it to your friends (including me). This is for your Entire Life!
(x) shot a gun
() gone on a blind date
(x) skipped school
(x) been to Canada
() been to Alaska
() been to Cuba
() been to Costa Rica
() been to Aruba
() been to Europe
() been to Las Vegas
() been to Mexico
(x) been to Florida
() been to Hawaii
(x) been on a plane
() been on a helicopter
() been on a cruise ship
() served on a jury
(x) been lost
() been on the opposite side of the country
() gone to Washington DC
(x) swam in the o
so today i realized that i dont know many of my DA friends very well. and i didnt really like that fact very much. soo if you have time, you should answer some random things that im curious about. XD
:heart:
1. What is your real name?
2. How old are you?
3. What's your favorite color?
4. What's your favorite place to be?
5. What's your favorite book/author?
6. What's your favorite movie?
7. If you could change your name, would you? If so, to what?
8. What is your favorite band/singer?
9. Sunrise or sunset?
10. What season do you like best?
11. What's your Favorite movie?
12. What's your favorite TV show?
13. What's your fav