my C+ heart

my teacher asked me to draw a perfect heart,

and gave me instructions about how to stay in the lines...

but the only heart i've ever known is broken, dented and aching.

there's a hole in the center that has been bleeding for 17 years

there's a bruise from that boy in the ninth grade liked 

someone else.

it turned black when i was 15 to match my emotions

there's a piece missing from when you left three months ago.

it shrunk when i gave you my heart and it was left out to die,

it aches every single night, but it somehow pulls itself back 

together while i sleep.

so sorry if its edges are too rough, and the color isn't right. 

sorry if the beats don't match up and it no longer works the same.

i'm sorry if my heart isn't perfect, and it's only worth a C+,

but it's the only heart i know

and i wouldn't take away a single scratch

humans are like glass...

her parents fear the day that shallow will become deep

her friends fear the day she'll start wearing long sleeves to hide


 the evidence of pain.

her sister fears the day when there's a vacant seat at the dinner 


table.

her boyfriend fears the day when his mind echoes with only the 


memory of her laugh

but she fears the day when she no longer feels the pain at all.

and deep won't be deep enough 

and i'll always wonder if she finally felt when the end came

adventurous&crazy

for some of us,
high school is just another stop before we move on to bigger and better

but the second stop on the map doesn't have to be just another stop. it may not be your final destination
but you can make it a stop that matters.
so throw the map out the window and don't worry about following other people's rules!
go to the game and cheer under those friday night lights. go get lost somewhere with the people that matter. get busted by the cops for things that made you feel alive. eat whatever the crap you want before it all goes to your hips. hold that boy's hand tight and never let it go, because you're NOT too young for love. sleep til noon on a saturday . ditch the classes that aren't Nelson's. try not to care what anyone else thinks of you, and just do what makes you happy

because this is our last chance to be reckless and crazy.. and you might not love high school now, but you might look back one day and and miss the stadium lights, and wish you had been a little more adventurous, and wish you had been a little more you.

SCHEDULED FOR DEMOLITION AT 2:00!

it's 12:23 and our walls are crumbling down 

all your dreams and ambitions, your goals and your future..

all scheduled for demolition at 2:00.

so was it worth it to build your bricks with all the other?

was it worth it to build a wall without a foundation?

well it's 2:01 and your bricks are now dust, along with the person you built yours on

for what it's worth i never thought of you as a single brick

i saw you as the whole damn wall

waiting for tuesday

sunday was never my day.

because i've met more demons than angels

and i've always been attracted to the darkness.

sunday was never my day.

because i spent too many months on my knees

praying for a boy who always leaves.

and heaven has never felt farther away.

sunday was never my day.

because i take the day of rest too far

and soon i was never awake.

sunday was never my day.

because every sunday i fall out of love

and by tuesday you have me hooked again.

sunday was never my day.

because i wish it was tuesday.