first world problems

My father has a court hearing. We did some research, since we know that there is a huge case against him. He's facing at least 1 to 15 years in jail. Yay us. I don't know how we're going to survive without his income.

Things aren't going anywhere with Jesse.

There's a lot of homework, since it's the end of semester.

oh no he didn't

no. he didn't call. yes, i'm depressed.

my life is full of nothing but disappointment.

so far.

i don't like it.

and i wish i could change it.

Because I'm A Teenager

I write because I'm a teenager

And life sucks.

I write because I'm a teenager

And I'm concerned about 1st world problems.

I write because I'm a teenager

And think that 20 is the new 60.

I write because I'm a teenager

And believe that because I can't find a good relationship, all things good does not exist.

I write because I'm a teenager

And have only this as my outlet.

I write because I'm a teenager

And can only handle so much pain and chaos at one time.

I write because I'm a teenager

And can only say that for another 7 months.

I write because I'm a teenager

And growing up is a long, hard, bumpy road.

wishing, waiting, wanting

It's almost surreal, these feeling I've gained

Like I'm on the high of a roller coaster

But instead of a downward spiral,

A plumet to a possible death,

I only feel the butterflies,

I only sense the sensation of floating.

Smiles burst from my supposed composure

Bubbles, orange sun, dandelions

All things that make me happy found in a twitch of your lips.

The prospect of what could be looms in the air

Bringing warm anxiety, almost tangible.

Pinks, Reds, Yellows.

Colors cloud my vision when thoughts of you race by.

The simple brush of our arms.

The only physical contact we've ever had

Feels so comfortable.

Like home.

Blue eyes. Grey eyes. Green eyes.

Choose a day, choose a color.

I choose your eyes.

Cats, canes, crinkles, choir.

So many C's.

But I see you. And you see me.

Sloppy, messy, loud, obnoxious.

But patiently waiting, nonetheless.

Waiting to be standing in front of you

Under the dazzling lights of that unknown city

In an unknown state.

State of mind, state of feeling, state of consciousness.

Longing to reach out my hand and grab yours.

Both unfamiliar to the touch.

But wanting it more and more.

No cares of this and that.

No worries of negativity.

Just to be here with you now

Looking into those well acquainted eyes.

Wanting to know the stories behind them.

Wanting to know the person to which they belong.

Wanting.