Promises and Orange Juice.

Promises are a lost concept.
Because no one really understands the promise they make when they make it.
So when someone looks at me says, "I promise." I look back at them and swallow my giggle.
Because ahhh, another one too naive for this cruel world.
Believing in promises is like drinking Orange Juice.
You taste them after some sweet thing and their real horrible, sour taste comes out.
Makes you want to never taste something sweet again. Because if you do, the orange juice becomes sour.
So just don't believe in promises.

Letters to people who will never read them.

Dear Noah- Not quite sure why I still refer to you as Noah. You are obviously not my happy ending. I don't know what you really felt when you told me how you were feeling. I don't know if you were lying. Signs point to lies. Signs point to truth. I don't know which one it is. And quite frankly, I don't care anymore. You are my past. A past I can't get rid of. I don't know if I really want to either. You were the first. The one who taught me to love. Within us, I discovered passion. Thank you for that; now I can love someone else just as passionately.
Dear Marvel- All I really want to say to you is that I hope you find happiness. I was unfair to you. And a little unfair to myself. I went along with everything you said, kinda followed your lead without really looking at what I really wanted... I'm sorry I gave you false hope. I hope you find a really tan blonde, just like you like em..
Dear Ty- I can't even explain what this is. But it's something I never want to let go of. You're the first person ever blow Jacob out of the water. And that day we went hiking to the water fall and it decided to pour on us and you grabbed me and kissed me with passion that I haven't ever felt before. I looked into your eyes and saw something. Something in those brown eyes of yours. I think you might be the reason I'm here.

Another Love.

The understanding of only one love becomes real with each memory that I decide to feed from at night.
Was that real? So far gone that it seems to be nothing more than a dream.
A very vivid dream.
A dream swollen with highs.
What is this thing with, "first loves"?
Is it too much to ask that I only really love one person, and that one person is the one who loves only me?
Yes. Yes it is.
Because those who don't go through heart break. Heart break like I have, don't understand the hope that comes from the fallen love.
Another love. Another life time ago. Another rebellious heart ago.
What is this. I don't understand. My tears are fake. All my real tears are gone.
They've been used up, on another love.
Rebellious hearts come at too high of a price now days. And I can't afford it anymore.
All my money has been used up.
On another love.