Marijuana and Friendship

Marijuana the gateway drug 

You came to me when you needed me the most 

I picked you up and held you through this

I was a habit But I didn't know 

You got bored and left me for someone more exciting 

Someone who made you see things differently 

Someone told me it was acid or shrooms 

I personally can see you being happy with them 

But then again I thought you were happy with me 

Coming back to me when you needed something 

I am the gateway friend 

When we first started out it was a blast

We would laugh uncontrollably 

Eat junk constantly and act unresponsively

We didn't care who was watching or what they were saying because we had eachother and I was happy with that.

But you stopped caring as much 

We stopped talking 

And I realized I was being used 

And I guess high wore off 

Now I don't see you around much 

When I do you need something 

Now when I call you I only talk to your voicemail 

I mean it's not the first time this has happened 

One time I was left for cigarette or something like that because they were popular and wether you want to believe it or not they are slowly killing you 

Another time we got caught and now we are not allowed to see each other, every day I wish it could have ended better

 

It just doesn't seem fair 

It feels like it was all doomed from the start 

Your parents warned you about me

But why didn't anyone tell me about you 

ALIVE

When the plane hits a lot of turbulence 

When you look over the edge of a cliff

When you mess up in front of the class 

When someone yells at you

When you fall on to your bed after a long day

When the kiss actually means something 

When making a huge decision

When you know the outcome 

When you don't know the outcome 

When the car drifts 

When you bleed 

When you hear the good news first and you know the bad new is going to suck

When you wake up from a dream 

When you get out of your comfort zone 

When you can't put feelings into words 

I know I'm alive when my pulse is pounding like a fist on a door. Like the fist is the experience and I have the choice to let it in. 

Shoebox of Old Boyfriends

Box of Photo Booth pictures with past boyfriends and a song to go along with each:

I

Waiting in an alley underneath a street lamp 

Grabbing my hand but only kissing half my lips 

We were 11 and now 18 and laughing about it

WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEBODY// THE FRUIT BATS

II

By the time they told me to be careful it was too late 

The "first love" poisoned me from the start

 Broken is how you left me

YOU// THE 1975

III

Car parked , blankets out, you were cold but I couldn't feel a thing 

Fake love ft. passive me and aggressive you 

He should've known that waiting on love isn't an easy thing to do

IT WILL COME BACK// HOZIER

IV

Lake water, shaky hands, and locked eyes 

Devils tears playing, god it felt right 

Thoughts running wild like your fingers in my hair

THE DEVIL'S TEARS// ANGUS AND JULIA STONE

Broken Glass

I'm so damn tierd of trying to 

Tiptoe trough the broken glass 

Of what once was a grand 

Work of art

Why is it every time I talk to you

I'm about to step on a bomb 

Because every conversation is a

Minefield.  

The Moon vs.The Universe

You say you love the moon 

You say you think it's beautiful 

So dose everybody else 

I'm not saying that it's not true 

I'm just saying this because you're just as predictable as the moon

Yeah you go through phases 

Yeah you have marks that won't go away 

But what makes you so special? 

I know you can love.

But what's that worth if you spend your entire life orbiting the same thing over and over again?

"I love you to the moon and back" 

One of the phrases I hate the most 

I could care less

I don't want to live my life thinking that "love" is just a gravitational force that sucks you in and pulls you in the same endless cycle 

Never changing 

Never ending 

Never different 

I don't want a love when the journey is just some path I travel time after time 

I don't want to be able to predict the outcome 

I want a love that's like a black hole 

I want to be drawn in

I want to not know what it will bring 

I want to be scared 

But love what if in my journey I never find the real you?

Do you think it's possible for wild me to be lost in your embrace?

 

Have you already found me I'm just not ready to find you? 

Your light fills my room and I listen to the ghosts of past "loves"

Occasionally catching a glimpse of loves face

Cold and colorless now 

Love never stays long enough for me to ask.

But I think it's best I don't

Maybe it's not knowing love that makes you keep looking for him or her

Maybe you found love long ago 

Maybe you're looking for love in the streets of Venice but maybe love is in middle of nowhere with a flat tire.

Maybe you have past love on the street

Maybe you and love live on different sides of the world. 

 

But maybe if you're lucky love is looking for you too...

 

But you see we may never quite know 

I think real love is unpredictable 

Like the uncharted an unseen endless miles of space.

Why settle for a moon when maybe the whole universe is longing for you.