The Mess I've MadeI'm a blank canvas painted over, I'm an angry girl with a cold shoulder, I'm a box of crayons that's missing a few colors, I'm a mess of a person according to others I wear my heart pinned to my sleeve, I watch it tear whenever someone does leave, I crumple it up when I make mistakes, I recopy it when I want it to be fake I'm not someone with strong enough walls, I escape the stamped of those hallowed halls, I don't wear makeup because I have no mask, You just gotta live life, and I accept that task I'm a sandbox that's been trampled too many times, I'm a rapper, who's lost all of her rhymes, I'm a s
The Two Minute Boyfriend 27When I dreamed I dreamed of my father. Markus Valley was tall and lean from all the years he'd been on his school's swim team. He had sandy brown hair and light blue eyes. I was a complete daddy's girl, and whenever he was around I did my best to make him happy. One night he went to sleep, and the next day he was sleeping, and then the next night mom went into their bedroom and told him to get up, only to find out that he couldn't. We held a funeral for him a few days later, surrounded by family and close friends. When mom and dad had gotten married the priest had said "Till Death Do Us Part," at the end of the funeral, when dad was