i get upset over the silliest things. i can take the smallest thing the wrong way. sometimes i wonder if i genuinely feel that way, humanly and naturally, or if it's a simple choice to take it the wrong way. i base things on intricate feelings. It's a bad trait to have, it keeps me up a struggling fight to keep things simple. Sometimes you need to man up and get a hold of yourself because things won't always go so breezy and as you grow up you will learn to accept this more and more.
The days seems to go by and our conversations seem to be effortless. The strings which connect to my hopes have been cut. Now they're just soaring around in the stratosphere. I hate how you are so arrogant, how you make me cry because you don't have any legitimate reasoning . You were a teenager once, remember? Remember those days you did what I did? Remember? Or are you trying to expressionlessly cut them out of the back of your brain, trying to scatter the fragments rather than place them together. Afraid of letting me go because you fucked up so hard that you can't bear think about it so you dump it on a light soul. you won't let your own bird use her own wings.
you can't hold on to me forever, i hope you know that. I hope you take into account that i will continue disobeying your orders not because of the thrill but because you once taught me to fight for what i love.
You taught me to fight.
you taught me to love.