Pathetically Grown Up Teen

paintballdays:

In My Own Defense

I do not know what it was

Was it the pain in your eyes

Or the soft quiver in your voice

Whatever it may have been

It drew me like a moth to the flame

Strange as it seems

I should say it drew me as the flame to the moth

You always the victim

Me

Perhaps in some other time

A hero or an anti-hero of sorts

A paladin of virtue

My armor rusts away

But my sword is still sharp

As always I carry it unsheathed

Still

It was your nature that brought me here

Whether or not you wanted it

And like a wall

You shelter from the harsh wind

Protected in my shade from the blazing sun

All the while

Absentmindedly vandalising me with graffiti

But I like the colors

So dry your eyes

And know I need you just as much

As you need me

lsbelleswriting:

I wish people would stop damn doing what is expected of them and just do what they want. Fuck expectancy. You will never know happiness and you never know what’s around the corner