Orange, Silver, And Gold!
orange, silver, and gold!
Hey there beef mom! Thank you for asking for these, it was fun to write and think about!
Orange: How many projects do you usually have going at once?
I’m really bad with projects, tbh, I start things and get really into them then kind of forget about them. So usually I’ll have about two or three going on a once with one getting done out of the three.
Silver: Are you comfortable writing in public places?
I actually write my best when other people are around. It’s why I write and post stuff during school. I dunno, something about being around other people makes me feel somewhat creative. When I’m alone you can tell because what I write has a slight lonely undertone to it where everything else flows together better.
Gold: Do your stories usually contain lessons or morals?
The closest thing I have to writing in a moral or lesson to my stories are when I write prose or when I do my little short stories on wattpad. With the short stories there morals are behind the quotes at the bottom of the chapter and are usually about overcoming challenges or stereotypes.
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When I’m with You
I tell you I’m fine.
I’m lying.
You look at me but see her. You touch my skin, but you feel her. You kiss my lips, but you think that your lips are touching hers. I’m not her. I’m not the perfectly thin girl you used to date. My stomach comes out to play most nights, but you don't know this yet. I’d rather not be picked up and spun around yet you do it anyway. I’m not her. Yet you still call me pretty, attractive, fit. I feel I am none of these things. You look at me, but you see this perfect image of what I wish I was. You look at me and see something I’m just not.
I’m not her
Do you regret the late nights out? The ache in your chest that you can’t place anymore but know is there from the constant nagging at that one hour of the day? Do you remember the day that they left clearly? Or does the warm escape of the whisky whisk you away? Is it all a faint memory? Or is it like a car wreck? Something you won’t ever forget?
Did you love her or the idea of loving her?
I feel the closest to you when you are the farthest away.
I can feel you in my heart
When you left, I thought part of me died. No part of me died when you came back and ripped my heart out like it was nothing, like you felt nothing.
I’ve wished on every star, but nothing has come true. I’ve wished for you every 11:11, but yet you’re still just as out of reach as before. I’ve wished on every eye lash and every dandelion, but yet you’re still one thousand miles away. And I’m still right here. Alone, withering away with the last weed I wished upon.
I’d call them flowers, but they’re damned
How do I get you to notice me and my feelings? How do I get you to see how hard I've fallen? And how in the hell will I know if you've fallen just as hard for me if you do everything you can to conceal it?
When you say we aren't friends while smiling. I know you're lying
"I know I said it was fine, that I was alright with just being friends. But I'm not. I'm not fine with feeling the way I do when I know you don't anymore. I'm not fine with getting my hopes up about feelings that don't exist between us anymore, at least on your end. I'm not fine with the empty conversations and the awkward pauses because of what could have been. I miss you, but I won't come out and say it. Just know that when I said it was fine, it wasn't. I was just letting you be happy even if I wasn't."
- I still haven't deleted our photos yet
Our late night conversations show me who you really are. You aren't just the tough boy that I've come to love, you are a hopeless romantic deep down. And when it's 2 am and we both can't sleep we show each other just how much we truly love each other.
I think I'm in love
Did I ever matter to you? Or was I just the end game? A prize? I went into this relationship thinking I'd feel more loved than used.
I guess I was wrong about a lot of things
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