(best friends forever) hopefully

To my best friend. 

What's do I say to someone who knows me better then a Chris Brown song? Well, you are the Kayne to my Kim. You are the smooth to my sunset. You are the sugar to my cookie. You are truly the cream of the crop. You are a Mona Lisa if I've ever seen one. 

I'm writing this because I never give you enough credit. You've done so much for me. I hope you can say the same about me. And I know it hurt you when I was away with him everyday. You never said anything because we never fight. I could see it in your eyes. And don't get me wrong I missed you. But when the days are counting down, and your his only friend left, and he kisses you like your the only thing in the that matters in the world it's really hard to tell him "maybe tomorrow." 

But I'm here for you now and I'm here to stay. Because you're the only person at this school I will miss after graduation. Because you get me. Because we are identical twins that were split at birth. Because you are me. 

So here's to our good times. Our crying our eyes out times. Here's to our car rides where we sing our hearts out. Here's to our 3 hour long stories. Here's to our times where we almost died. That number is a littleeeee too high. But that's okay. Because we had FUN. We always have fun. You + Me = the best nights of my life. I'm writing this because you, you are my favorite part of high school. And I don't say that enough. 

How to: mend a broken heart.

I'm writing this because I can't stand too see you with that girl who everyone says is beautiful. She looks mediocre to me. You've cut me so deeply so many times the love that bloomed in my heart for you is far too wilted to be salvaged. Still your face drives large nails through my brain. 

You know, it was selfish love. 

We stole, hit, burned and destroyed each other. Lies coming and going like kids on Halloween. Those lies never leapt from my lips. My lips were far too devoted to you. And maybe that's why it hurts so damn much. I was so hopelessly devoted to you. I would sit in the back seat just so I could stare at you in wonder. I would ride home on a cloud thinking how did I ever get so lucky?

Luck is for the ignorant. I was naïve. 

You're reading this so you can figure out how to get over you're ex. 

But you know we were never good for each other. You're too rebellious and I'm too heavy. Our hearts never beat together. I just forced mine to synchronize to yours. 

And you know, that's why we were a hurricane in December.

Yes I know you're still there. Keep reading I still have you in mind. 

Look at him. Seriously stare at him. Take a look from you're newly unfogged eyes. Love blinds you. You think he's a God, but in reality he has way too much acne and is about as mature as an 8th grade boy in a health class. 

Write. Write. Write. Write. Write about the good, bad, lonely, sad, horrible, breath-taking times. After reflecting you'll realize he caused your heart more trauma than he caused it too putter. 

Kiss a boy. Kiss a thousands boys. Because this is high school. High school isn't for marriage. It's for running for miles in fields with no clothes on. It's for being care free with no real responsibilities. Honey, you'll probably realize he actually kissed like a fish. Mine kissed like a trout.

Time. You need time. I'm still not over my teenage heart throb (@nickjonas) but I can listen to "when you look me in the eyes" with out crying now. I applaud myself for that. 

Distance your self. Be with your friends and your cat. Kiss a boy with beautiful eyes. Have a million girls nights. Jump on the tramp by yourself in the rain. Go to red mango everyday. Suddenly all at once, you'll realize you can like his picture with that mediocre girl because you're FINALLY free of him.

Birds eye view

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

                                    
Look up. Look up. My head strains, it twists. Look up. The clouds are so fluffy. Look up. The sky is a large swimming pool. That one looks like a bunny. No a mule. Look up. Rain drops kiss our face. Look up. Hail beats up our special place. Look up. Stars glisten a galaxy away.

Look up. The moon does a dance with the spicy sun. He hangs by a thread attached to no one. Look up at a picture too beautiful for words. Look up. Up. Up.

                                       
Wow their cars drive so fast. Look down. Their lips do a silly dance with one another. Look down. They run so care free into the steady trees. Look down. They scale mountains with ease and no trapeze. Never looking down.
                                     

I watch and I worry when daddy comes home. Why does Sally have a mommy but Lily is so alone. I hate watching them suffer I envy their joy. Sometimes I wish I was a young boy. I can't help but love to look down, to stare. I watch the laughs, songs, the beautiful pairs. I shower them with rain so they can dance, kiss  



I sprinkle beautiful flakes to bring them sheer bliss. They don't know I look down in return to looks up. So I radiate pink in return for their love. I make them cotton candy hanging above.

                                    

I give them something to fantasize, to think. I love the adoring looks up. My dear old friends don't forget to look down. Look down at your son the clone of his father. Look down at the old cancerous mother. Look down standing there is your beautiful lover. Look down to see your heartless, amazing world. Because in a blink of an eye you'll be 85 and life is no longer on your side.
So look down. Then once again look up. Up. Up

                                                                         

Different

Since I am always so serious here is some baby animals. If this doesn't melt your heart you're a robot.

XOXO: Gemma

Head trauma

My life was concrete, my friends were concrete, floral pants were concrete. Then I had my first day at lone peak high school. 

I met a boy. He made my heart run 4 5ks. He showed me how to share lips like secrets. He even said I love you. 

He threw the first brick.

He shattered my heart into 98.5 pieces.

My friends suddenly had other interests. Laughing at mean jokes. Never noticing I was standing alone. They threw the next brick. At my teenage, fragile heart. 

Floral pants. I don't know what the hell I was thinking. I'll throw a brick at myself for that one.

But that's the funny things about bricks. 

They break your window but build your favorite house. 

Maybe the bricks are my real friends.  

That boy doesn't even like my weird kisses. He never laughs at my awkward dance moves. He's not right for me. And I needed a brick to the head to be awakened from his spell. 

Maybe that brick had my back because those "friends" don't even remember my birthday.

We can't blame the bricks for sophomore year. I don't think bricks care about fashion at all. 

Bricks only hurt us when we are using them to build the wrong house.

I found a guy who kisses me weirdly back and will dance in the rain with me all night long. 

I found friends who will bake me 30 cakes on my birthday. Or just sit with me it I need them to. We have more fun then 

the lost boys. 

I found my true love. Anthropologie. 

I may have a few concussions but I would take some head aches over a house I don't even want to live in. 

So thank you bricks. For the migraines, head pains, and a full life I wouldn't trade my right arm for.

With love, 

Gemma.

(You) (me) (rain) (pain) (moon)

I'm writing because the sky is such a pretty blue, my room is packed with gifts from you, and my heart is fuller than then the moon. 

Earth is stuck in a routin where sad is louder than happy and I hate you is screamed more than I love you. 3 words that seep of my lips so sweetly. I love you. Damn it, I love you. 

Tears have become my best friend, they come to see me everyday. I don't like when they come but I always let them stay. They are warm sliding down my face and taste like rain drops from outer space. I remember how warm your finger tips were tracing my face and the river runs rapid all over the place. I'm stuck. Stuck loving you but never getting feast my eyes on your effortless beauty. Never getting to crash my lips all over yours. Stuck wishing I had your heart beat to help me sleep. Tears, tears, I'm drowning. Tears, tears.

I think the sky has heard my cries because she is mourning with me. She drops cold slow tears. They drip down my rough skin reminding me of what we could have been. She's a good friend. Showing me beauty when I only see pain. But she's a bad friend because we used to dance and kiss in the rain. Pain, rain, rain, more pain. 

I'm writing because the sky is such a pretty blue, my room is packed with gifts, from you but still my heart is fuller than then the moon. 

Once upon a time...

"With true love kiss the spell will break."

Ever since we can remember we have been bombarded with messages of love. We've been compromised by the entertainment companies. They feed off the lovers, the dreamers, the believers. Little girls mimicking Aura, Snow White, Cinderella. Hoping to find their price by sharing some crayons. If that doesn't work they usually chase them down in tag. 

How did the princes know the love was true? When did they know they needed their princesses with all liver and bones? Did they kiss and if it she woke up it was "true"? 

That's all we have. Trial and error. 

Locking lips, growing feeling, shattering hearts until we find our "true love."

That's why love is so hard. You thinks it's real, it's so beautiful on his skin. Your heart soars and the kisses send you past pluto into the milky way. Seemingly always in a few weeks you find it wasn't made for the two of you. 

I found mine.

He's gone.

My heart is out of chest wandering around trying to find some liquor.

I've been wandering in this empty world trying to find someone something to fill this numbness in my chest. When love leaves she isn't generous. 

She leaves you with nothing but emptiness.

Sadness.

Tears.

There is something so tragically beautiful about tears. 

They are warm. Made to comfort. Sadly they just remind us of what we are trying to avoid.

THE VOID.

"People do crazy things when they are in love." -Hercules

We do ANYTHING at the idea that it might be true. That's what so disturbingly beautiful about love. It drives us to do things we would never consider in our natural state. It pushes us off the cliff. Sometimes we fly.

Mostly we fall.

After we finally pull ourselves off the ground love returns and in a rather unapologetic tone spits, "Sorry sweetie this isn't your happily ever after after. Better luck next time."

Kissing, laughing, crying, lying, distain mostly pain. Until finally we find the one who our heart does somersaults for. After all the twirls that's when we realized what we needed all along.

We needed our Happily Ever After.

All we needed was Love.

Silly, sweet, murderous, crazy, sappy, crappy, screwed up, blissful, love.