Fade

I look out my window

Feeling at my all-time low

I sit and watch the sunrise

The rays hitting exactly where you lie

Everyday I count the miles

Wishing for a recount all the while.

 

The distance between us grows farther every day

And now you work to keep your heart at bay

So I try to do the same

How much longer must we keep up this charade?

You’ve left me in the water

Now I’ve been abandoned to drown

 

Am I losing you?

You have no idea what I’m going through

Don’t you see?

You lose a part of yourself in forgetting me.

 

You’re the one who told me first

We’d keep in touch but now its worse

It’s all a mystery to me

What you and I were meant to be

But even though we’re so far away

I can’t bring myself to say

Goodbye

Ten Rules of Estrogen

1. The girl who throws the first hit is never the victim.
2. The girl who gets hit first is immediately the victim.
3. The girl with the more pitiful tears is always the damsel in distress.
4. The girl who walks away first is either a pacifist or coward.
5. The girl who strikes while the opponent’s back is turned is an unfair coward.
6. The girl who tells the world, “You’re wrong” is often wrong.
7. The girl who tells the most threats is quite intent on doing none of them.
8. The girl who claims to bring in reinforcements is either a coward or a girl with resources.
9. The girl who yells and makes a scene is either a coward or a drama queen.
10. The girl who cusses the most is always running out of verbal ammunition. (i.e. vulnerable to takedown within twenty seconds.)