Vintage Wreath

I am trying this.

Vintagely yours,

Rebecca

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I have you but she has you
In the palm of her hand
And you feel her games like you feel her love
And her lies like her deception;
She is a string you will not cut,
The vein that runs through you
And it seems my love cannot add up to the past she has with you.
I can not persuade a silent ear
To hear my deafened cry
I am fighting a battle that was won before I even arrived.
Falling through the emotions of love and indifference
Hours spent seeking out your youth,
Sentimental me, I require more than maybe,
Sentimental me, I require more than truth.
Never thought you could be the source of my pain.

To be continued

Empty

They tell me it feels better to write it but I can't write, I have nothing to say.
I feel things
I see things
but I have nothing to say.
My mind is a blank canvas and my paper a forte.
My heart beats mindlessly as if begging me to speak.
I begin then I end.
I start to remember then I forget.
Is this really the cure for the common heartache?
I could write a million adjectives but none would describe the pain I feel.

*crazy eyes*

Devil's Food Dilemma

It takes a plastic bag to pipe out frosting correctly on mini cupcakes. This I learned the hard way but I don't really make mini cupcakes.
I guess I need new liners.
Bright.shiny.ones.

4 going on 13

Sorry this is late. Happy Birthday my love. <3

Fifth Birthday 2012

Don't pardon

I see your face and I think of the sunset, how it caresses me in warmth.
Though I hardly understand, I understand where you are now,
Nearing the never ending perfection of the end of a new day;
Whoever fathomed there could be a time I would be apart from you?
What kind of life could bring such heartache?
I use your words as compromise, a promise that you’ll stay,
But you should know I’m a wandering soul who won’t pardon should I stray.

Wish I Could

I beg to find repentance in the crutch of your words
So close to you but far enough to ache
There are so many things I long to tell you
But the silence makes this easier to take;
I wonder how long you’ll stay around
Until your heart discovers deeper love
I wonder if you’ll think of me
When she gives you all the things I can’t give up.
Counting down the days instead of making memories
I wish I could believe you
I wish you were here.

Nothing Left

A step away from happiness but all I feel is loneliness
A feeling you will leave any day;
A moment frozen within my mind
Not too soon to rewind time and reminisce on the memory of me and you.
I reach for the surface towards the exterior of this core
Dangling on the fact that you may require more;
I am useless to you although I am needed
Surrounding me with words that have more meaning,
My thoughts of inhibition rise to the surface
And I am simply too much to exude.
Are the words you write simply that?
Words and only words
No emotion
No dedication
No feeling behind the feelings;
No depth to fill the hollowness within me.
You’ll leave me be
I’ll let you see, the girl I have become without you.
My heart won’t heal
These wounds won’t fade
Nothing left to paralyze me.

Tiny

I hold the world in my hands as they stare to the core within me.
I feel the weight of their souls upon me and I am terrified I will let them down.
Collide into the trenches within my being.
You're the reason I evaporate.
The eyes that judge me are the eyes that destroy me and I cry in shades of discontentment.
Is there another who sees me for me, another who knows the depth of pain I feel?
Another who aches
Another who exists alone
I listen without hearing and speak without talking.
I see you but you don't see me.
I feel you but I don't know you.
My tiny hands follow the lines along your face.
I am content but I am shallow, needing only words of solace.
Permit me to execute
As my heart breaks into pieces
Tiny shades of diligence that remain faithful in my heartaches.

Cupcakes

I miss you as often as the sunsets and think about you even more. If there is a way to exist in this moment, I am content on remaining here. So many times I have never imagined there a greater feeling than this and though we're not together, I find it hard to detach myself from you. It is absurd but it is the only thing I can think about and it drives me mad. Perhaps you're not thinking of me, perhaps you are. She makes you moan. I make you cupcakes.
You are beautiful, completely and whole, and I cannot do anything but think of you.

New beginning or craving an ending?

At this moment I should be happy about the outcome of my life, happy about the choices I have made, happy that I have pieces of the puzzle almost back to normal but instead of happiness, I find myself overcome with insecurity. I haven't even began the new year and I already dread it.
I can't believe I am here, at this moment, because of the same emotions I had last year.
Because of the same longing and the same desire.
I crave to be needed but I never devour it. I always desire from another and another and another until I am no longer sure what I am doing.
I will be okay at figuring this out, at reworking and redoing, but right now my heart is still in a fragile state and every action I do has repercussions for the heart I didn't want.
I need to write every day like I did years, just to clear my mind. I believe I have Writers Block, however, and it may take an enormous effort to get back to where I was.
I will do it though, one day at a time, I will discover whom I am and the purpose of my existence.
-R