Ms. Itall

I miss you, even though you're mean and obnoxious. I miss the way you would kiss me and make jokes I didn't get. I miss the way you would make fun of my parking. I miss the way you would put food in the microwave and call it cooking (and believe it). I miss your smile, I miss your texts, and I miss not watching movies with you. I miss making you hold my hand while you drove and picking on you about littering.

But mostly I miss the way you used to put up with my crazy ass.

I'm not the easiest to deal with all the time, but I'm worth it.
And in the end, you're the one missing out.
but I do still miss you....

Until I Explode

You had a bad day?
Sit back, relax
And breathe
Because this pressure is killing me

You're the child and I'm the leader
A marching band
In this worn out theater
Putting on quite a show

And you don't even know

I'll hold it in until I explode
Stand back and watch this girl go
Because when it happens you won't need to ask
You'll know

This child's game has gotten tiring
I don't know how others deal
because with me it's all or nothing
I don't give a damn about how you feel

Because I listen all the time
And I'm always full of doubt
And honey if you really cared
You'd try to pull me out


(I wrote this maybe ten minutes ago, haha. I obviously am not feeling top form)