luna blue

our love was like the stars..

a little to cliché.

it was like capital letters at the beginning of a college essay.

Very Perdictable.

it was made up of cute stares and i wish you were here's.

our love wasn't strong and it wasnt meant to last until the end of time.

but it was the sun.

it didn't reached every heart of the earth.

our love isn't the way you look at her.

and it isn't the way she looks at him with her lips on yours.

our love was held in our hands and when you let go, i was left palm up, with a couple notes and some old pieces of your heart.

Real talk.

I was born on December 28 1996
And I hate my birthday.
I sometimes feel forgotten because there is another's birthday that we celebrate who is a little more important to me.

Real talk
I'm not as depressed as some of my blogs make me sound.
But I am in love with the boy in all my posts.

Real talk he still doesn't love me back.

Real talk I was born in Califorina and I want to go home so bad.
Utah is great but califorina is just better.
Real talk I hate when people who have lived in utah their whole life, and go to califorina once a year say they love califorina more then utah.
Real talk you don't know califorina like I do.

Real talk my family is more fun then yours (I'm guessing).
Sorry sounds mean but if you knew them you'd know what I'm talking about.

Real talk singing is my life.
I sing constantly.
Real talk sometimes I make my life into a musical, because I feel like high school musical would be way more fun the lone peak.

Real talk, there are days when I hate myself and everyone else.
If you catch me on one of those days don't feel bad.

Real talk I love to laugh.

Real talk I'm not really into this post because I want to be wrestling with my brothers.

Real talk i like kissing, and my nick name fits me.

Real talk if you know me you should already know who this blog belongs to.

Real talk I love you for reading my blog.

Real talk thanks for making this a great first part of senior year Nelson.

Real talk life is good, so keep writing.

Love,

Luna blue

I remember when our faces collided in the hall way by the knight. I brushed it off like I didn't feel the smoke between our lips, as I watched you do a heal click out the doors.

I remember the look on her face when she told me their "epic", too long, cheap love was over. Relief flooded my body.

I remember empty desks, and absent smiles.

I'm tired of remembering day dreams that never happened and nightmares that were all to real.

I remember the blue eyed boy that changed my life.
His boots no one understood but me. His hands that only fit in mine.
canyon drives melt into my memory, happy faces and bitter souls jump into each other's arms.
To hipster to have the time of our lives, so we settle for sub par memories and intense kisses.
I remember losing you, and knowing this was the hardest thing I will ever do.
I remember refusing to believe second period would suck for the rest of the year.

I remember rewriting our love in the form of a sign. Nights we would laugh so hard your boots didn't matter any more.

I remember skating around the parking lot waiting to put our memories in film. I remember lip syncing to the beat of your heart.


I remember 9 months trying not to remember, seeing you and knowing your hand suddenly fit into hers.
I remember forgetting to remind you of me.
And they way we used to dance around our hearts.


I remember bombs being dropped into a field of forevers.

I'm constantly remembering the time when I thought the playground was the best thing to happen to me.

Then I remember when you happened to me.

The park is lonely but inviting.