Oh how at night it eats me

How you probably hold her the way you held me

How you treat her as you treated me

It's eating at me

How she is taking the place that should be me

How could you let her is really the question?

How could you forget me that easy?

Us girls, we get mad at the girls often to easily

But in this twisted reality. It's you. The boy I thought I loved.

You're the ****** up one

And soon

Everyone else will see

So often I see you try to be
Something you are not.
Please stop.

Did you know I thought
I had to always straighten my hair
But then I found out my curls
Can be beautiful?

Me?
Yes. You promised.

Forget?
I think maybe you have.

Never.
Never is a very long time.

You wear your heart on your sleeve
And it's so lovely to look at--
I just couldn't keep my hands behind my back.

My heart is locked up in a tower
And I thought I had the only key--
Are you used to walking through walls?

I chased my heart back down;
It's back in its tower now.
But here I still stand with yours in my hands.

I find I'm afraid to give it back--
Your heart is too fragile for a tower,
And I can't cause the death of such a beautiful thing.

i am unconsiously
looking for him
in the nooks &
crevices of you .

i want to grow old with you
own three kids
two twins
several cats
in a lovely country flat

i want to feel your body heat
each night
cuddled up
while holding each other tight

i want to cook breakfast with you
only in our underwear
dancing
singing
a sight that the kids would be too embarrassed to bear

i want to walk down the aisle
and see you at the end
dressed in your finest with that cute hidden smile
knowing that it was worth it to go the extra mile

Fate has a pen name
She smiles wide as an ocean
Dances with the moon
She's got the whole world
wrapped in her arms
Fate gives away parts of herself
Sometimes to a fleeting lover
Other times to a silent morning
Fate writes me letters
I'm just trying to figure out
Which address is the right one

Humans are programmed
to find bitterness repulsive,
for most poisons are bitter

Boy,
I wish I hadn't conditioned myself
to loving bitter flavors;
as I drank unsweetened black tea
and bit into dark chocolate

Maybe then, I wouldn't have
ignored the bitter aftertaste
your lips left on mine