Medusa (Repeat)

I've just spent 2 hours looking at the photos of us
and trying to figure out why my face looks so weird
and why my bra is showing through my shirt in every picture.
I'll blame it on the flash.

I really want to know why he's not here right now,
and why she can't keep the little things to herself,
and wait for something big to happen
to go crying to her mom, who is the only person there for her.
But I don't want to be sucked into her stupid fake drama.

I wonder what she thinks when she looks at me.
If she regrets what she's done.
Or if she would do it again in a heartbeat.
Maybe she judges my face to figure out
if I know.
If I'm upset.
If she's done enough damage yet.
Or maybe she doesn't care about me at all.

But I don't look into her eyes,
because Medusa would turn me into stone.

Update

Hey everyone! I think I'm going to start doing some video posts! I'm super excited :)

And I should start doing some meaningful posts too...I've kind of been lacking in that department recently :/

Oh well! I'll get on that ASAP.

:)

Twitter Weekend

Hope everyone is having a fun Columbus Day!
I got the day off so I'm content.

Also, does anyone have a twitter?  If so, follow me! @hannahemgee

:)

Glitter

Once you look past the weirdness of life,
you realize how spectacular it is.

Singed.

It finally feels like fall.

Not California fall,
but New England fall.
Green-leaves-turning-colours fall.

It's my favorite season of the year.
Autumn has a particular wholesome smell
that accompanies the crinkle of dry leaves,
and the whispers of wind in the bare trees.

It almost-just almost-
makes me feel like I'm home.