The rain drums down like red ants,
each bouncing off my window.
The ants are in great pain
and they cry out as they hit
as if their little legs were only
stitched on and their heads pasted.
And oh they bring to mind the grave,
so humble, so willing to be beaten upon
with its awful lettering and
the body lying underneath
without an umbrella.
Depression is boring, I think
and I would do better to make
some soup and light up the cave.

"just friends", huh?
well,
"just friends" don't steal secret glances at each other.
"just friends" don't get jealous when the other one talks about someone else.
"just friends" don't get butterflies from each other.
"just friends" don't hold each other in their hearts like that.
are we really
"just friends"??

she is the girl that has a few best friends. she is the girl that laughs the hardest at her own jokes. she is the girl that expects way too much. she says she doesn't care what other people think, but deep down, she does. she is the girl that will hang up on you but then will call you back and say sorry. she is the kinda girl that will put all of her trust in you until you give her a reason not too. she is the girl that will never leave your side when you need her. the girl that will go out of her way just to cheer you up. she is the girl that says she isn't ticklish, but she really is. she is the girl that will not give up on you of she really believes in you. she is the kind of girl that truly believes in love...

────(♥)(♥)(♥)────(♥)(♥)(♥) _ ɪƒ ƴσυ'ʀє αʟσηє,
──(♥)██████(♥)(♥)██████(♥) ɪ'ʟʟ ɓє ƴσυʀ ѕɧα∂σѡ.
─(♥)████████(♥)████████(♥) ɪƒ ƴσυ ѡαηт тσ cʀƴ,
─(♥)██████████████████(♥) ɪ'ʟʟ ɓє ƴσυʀ ѕɧσυʟ∂єʀ.
──(♥)████████████████(♥) ɪƒ ƴσυ ѡαηт α ɧυɢ,
────(♥)████████████(♥) _ ɪ'ʟʟ ɓє ƴσυʀ ρɪʟʟσѡ.
──────(♥)████████(♥) ɪƒ ƴσυ ηєє∂ тσ ɓє ɧαρρƴ,
────────(♥)████(♥) _ ɪ'ʟʟ ɓє ƴσυʀ ѕɱɪʟє.
─────────(♥)██(♥) ɓυт αηƴтɪɱє ƴσυ ηєє∂ α ƒʀɪєη∂,
───────────(♥) _ ɪ'ʟʟ ʝυѕт ɓє ɱє.

“goodbye”
the words crawl from your mouth.
they sound like their on their knees,
begging to be let go.
you tell me there isn’t a point anymore,
but i cover my ears
and claim i’m not listening.
the pills you swallowed,
the calls you never answered,
“goodbye,” you croak again.
i answer no,
but goodbye isn’t a question.