1.) Out of the one thousand and ninety-nine days that you were mine, I only regret three of them. The day Brian ***** me on that pool table, the day your dad moved back to Italy and I didn't come over, and the day you put yourself into this hellish suicide coma.
2.) If truth or dare turned two little girls into temporary lesbians, than so be it. Honestly, nothing ever tasted sweeter than you on that night on the bathroom counter at Tim's.
3.) I will grow up to be incredibly cultured all because of you. I learned to look outside the social norm after our late night dates on the roof. Getting high in your lap as you read me poetry, and played me Damien Rice's The Professor & La Fille Danse on repeat was more than enough.
4.) I always thought you were tradition and I was your French Revolution. But now I'm seeing that I was the revolution, and you were the revelation.
5.) You could not sing a single god ****** note. But the only thing I want to hear is your squeaky voice serenading me with our song right now. I promise I won't be annoyed, just finish chorus with me one more  ******* time.
6.) I would have helped you get to your father. I would have helped you. I would have set your mother on fire to avoid this.
7.) I threw up when I got sams phone call about what you had done. And then I screamed at him for an hour.
8.) I won't ask how could you do this to me, because right now I want to do it to you.
9.) Thank you for punching Brian, and I'm sorry you got fired, and I'm sorry your dad left, and I'm sorry your mom hit you, and I'm sorry that I could not kidnap you and bring you to our own private island in the middle of no wear.
10.) You showed me what star you'd become when you died, and told me that if I wished on it you would do your best. I know absolutely nothing about astrology and constellations. But your star is the one thing I find faster than the moon in every night sky.
11.) The last sip of every bottle of ***** I will ever have, will always taste like the last kiss we shared.

Goodnight,
Goodnight,
Sleep tight through dream fights.

Wake with the soft floral bloom
And the smell of fresh air,
And of spring,
Even in the depths of winter...

May your days be merry and bright,
May all your darkness become light.

Slowly
Awkwardly
We find our footing

We try to fight ocean waves
but we can't fight the moon

We can't fight the world's
rotation
Or the far reaches of
altitude

Grounded
Planted as trees
on the surface of this
floating lanscape

Exist to
explore the
possibilities of the
heart
and the
limits
of our internal being

Everything I've seen severely contradicts what I want to believe.

You call yourself human, because you claim you feel pain.
I disagree with your assessment;
surely if you ever experienced anything as truly terrible and awful like you say, you most certainly wouldn't wish once or dare desire to treat someone this way

Do you know what it's like to be in the
Nesting doll? To hide behind a mask?

To feel like that
Is the only way people will sing
Their hallelujahs? The only

Solace is when you're finally dead
Inside. When you finally speak, they hear a foreign language

No one knows that
You feel; No one really loves

You. No one can love the
Broken, porcelain doll. The hollowed shell, the girl who brings destruction.

She dreams of
Confessing her pain. Her sorrows. Of being

Honest. To put.  
Her feelings outside her mind. And then the mask goes back on

if i was tinier, i could float away, heavier, i could stand my ground. but until then, i'll just have to stick with being in a limbo between stuck in a ditch and too far gone.

you. you should be nothing to me but the paint chipping off the wall, the broken blind hanging on just barely, the glow in the dark sticker just peeling off the ceiling. but you're not. you are 'i love you' written in the notebook of mine that i keep on the shelf. you're gone too soon in the trail of my mind, you're i love you, i miss you, and 'what the heck is wrong with me?' what's wrong with me?



i grew up in the peach state
back in a small town
where nobody knew your name
unless you were someone
and i wasn't anyone
not anyone important anyway

ooh, take me back to the summer babe
ooh, 'cause everybody knew my name
when i was with you.
take me back, take me back to june

i grew up in a small house,
back in a small town,
where georgia was on your mind
unless you wanted to leave
half of us wanted to leave
leave old georgia behind

ooh, take me back to the summer babe
ooh, 'cause everybody knew my name
when i was with you.
take me back, take me back to june



the floor has started to puddle with my teenage angst that's dripping down the wall and it sticks to my con-clad feet and later to my fingers, and i think this mess is what i got myself into, but i can always get myself out.