Life

I hate how I feel like I’m leading eight different lives

Here I’ll even list them off for you

1. School
2. Marching Band
3. Tumblr
4. Love life
5. Home
6. Friends
7. Public
8. Private

And then all it takes

is a single sentence and

my beautifully organized life becomes a mess.

 

I love my boyfriend,

I really do,

but I just don’t know what to do anymore….

 

I tried being honest to him
but he turned my soft-river of truth
into a frozen wasteland of fault….

 

It takes so little to shatter my facade….
How much longer can I hold on
before I shatter….?

 

A face from the past….
Soft-words spoke harshly…. 
A false smile where there was once love… 

 

I carry the love of an angel
Never to know how to hate 
Always trying to help……

 

But now I am falling
With no one
to catch me…..