a pile of bricks

here's a brick for me.

here's a brick for you.

a brick for him, and for her.

a brick for every mile that I drive in a week.

a brick for all of the times that I would rather be at work than at home.

a brick for all of the times that I've said I'm sorry.

a brick for all of the times that I've actually meant it.

a brick for all of the times that I've lost sleep waiting up for your call,

and a brick for the times that it was actually worth it.

a brick for all of the songs on my iPod,

and a brick for all of the ones I actually listen to.

a brick for all of the bones I've broken.

a brick for all of the books I've read.

a brick for my future spouse,

and bricks for my future children.

a brick for my future adventures.

a brick for all of my travels.

a brick for the college that I'll end up going to.

a brick for this blog post, and all of the others like it.

a brick for creativity, because apparently, it doesn't exist.

a brick for my headache,

and a brick for my bad mood.

a brick for teenage angst,

and a brick for shaky hands.

bricks for pinky promises.

bricks all around for the people that think I'm weird,

so I guess another brick for myself,

but another brick for myself because I like it that way.

here's a brick for my car,

and one for my cat.

here's a brick for my dad, who decided it would be better if we parted ways, but still pretends like he is significantly a part of my life.

a brick for my mother, who is losing her sanity by the moment.

a brick for all of the alcoholic step-fathers,

and a brick for all of the high-school drop out brothers.

a brick for love,

and a brick for all that's been lost.

here's a brick to shady people, although I might throw it a little harder in their direction.

a brick for the people that found out my blog name, and decided to share it with others.

a brick for you, because the last 2 lines were for you specifically.

a brick for how many times I've seen Ferris Bueller's Day Off,

and a brick for how many times I still laugh when Cameron pretends to drown.

a brick for my bed, because it's the most stable thing in my life.

a brick for my step-sister, because she is my best friend.

a brick for the puppy that I wished for, but never got.

a brick for all of the winter heartaches.

and a brick for all of the overcast mornings that make me smile.

a brick for all of the raindrops ever.

a brick for the keys that have been lost,

and a brick for the screens that have been cracked.

a brick for the boys that break girls hearts,

and a brick for the girls who pretend they don't care.

a brick for school,

and a brick for all of the classes that I've actually attended this year.

a brick for coffee, because without it, I couldn't be writing this post.

a brick for John Mayer, because he is God.

a brick for blasphemy, because it makes me laugh,

and a brick for swearing.

a brick for caring, although it might be absent sometimes.

a brick for absentminded-ness,

and a brick for random thoughts.

a brick because this blog post might be too long,

but one more brick for not caring.