Tonight

Wow this is different. I just downloaded WordPress for Android so I’m actually blogging from my phone. This is probably gonna cause me to blog so much more because now its like texting; my guilty pleasure… but tonight I’m hurting.
I’ve gotten close to someone. We’re friends and always have been. But now its so much more. Aw Hell, I’m so in love. The mere thought of him makes me smile. I love the way he looks at me, touches me, encourages me, pushes me to do well. He’s a true friend, a wonderful man…. but I can’t seem to stop hurting him. I don’t mean to. I don’t want to. But its like our personalities clash everyday and its tearing us apart. And we make it work. We put it back together again, this vicious cycle we call our friendship. We literally love so hard that it hurts but its ok, because its love. I’ll never walk out on him and he’s always there for me. But tonight wearing his ring, I’ll cry myself to sleep. 

Bubbles

This is actually extremely old. Like 2007 old lol and it’s obvious by the way I typed and my spelling.

there are a number of reasons y people call me Bubbles but i have specific reasons y i go by it. usually i just tell people, “it’s because i’m such a happy person, i’m bubbly,” well yeah that’s partially tru. one of my friends actually sumed it up pretty good… and she didnt even know it. she wrote me a poem and here it is… this is why I’M BuBbLe$…

Beautiful Person So helpful and yet free

But the Pain Deep inside from which she cannot flee

Makes her tear at night and no one seems to Know

For her Pain deep inside her She Will Not show

In the Presence of a man is when she feels So Safe and

Her moans are Actual Pain that she tries to cover but cannot Erase

Nobody seems to Know the Real Person that Lies within

They Only See her Smile that Lights up a dark room

She’s Hurting, Lost And Confused and no one Knows why

All she can do is Lay in the Bed And Cry

A Beautiful Person So Helpful and yet free

But there is Pain Deep inside from which she cannot flee

… in case u didnt see the connection… when u actually see bubbles they’re beautiful and usually make people happy, they’re fun. but before bubbles are blown and actually made there’s nothin but soapy liquid, nothin solid. yes i seem to have it all together (like a solid substance), on top of tha world, and just this wonderful person… but i’m just effervescent in the presence of others. people see my bubbles, but they dont see me*