Confusion
feelings and thoughts
jumbled together
secrets kept
drama spread
wallflowers noticing
geeks studying
normal
no such thing
Everyone's trying to
fit in
but then you think
'Are they the ones for me'
like shoe shopping
some too dull
some you'd never want
to be seen in public with
some too perky
and rarely you come across
ones
you truly
fall in love with

It has been so, my fair madden,
That I must let you go.
In secret bewilderment
Say you "fare the well".
I must fight your spell.
Fallen too deep
Out of proportion,
Re-arranging my thoughts
Younder lost, unredeemed.
Outlinning the reasons to feel this way,
Unanswered, the feeling remains astray.

Bella, two faced, Madonna
Enchanting my heart so,
Agony you devised from the start.
To plunder my heart,
Robbing soft spoken words,
Irregarded my soul.
Zero to one, darling, I must withstand.

I know you feel that no one can ever relate
You had a best friend but your best friend turned out fake
You got used to having nothing more to spend in your bank
And you think no one but your ex when you're drunk
I'm not the type of person to ever judge
But I know you still got feelings for him hidden under the rug
Your dad loves to drink, I guess it runs too, in your blood
But your mom and dad couldn't make it, so you gave up on love
You never seen it for what is was
You didn't have anyone to ask
So you gave it to any guy who was chasing your ***
You don't want to hear it but these are the facts
I was never the one to look back
But everything I see in you is everything that I lack
I lack all the positivity that you have living this up
I lack knowing if there could have ever been "us"
I lack in dealing with the pain and I use you as a clutch
Why do I write letters about a girl who had my heart crushed?
I guess I'm looking for some love inside a one night session
I can't numb this pain I feel with your false affections

She was my kind of hopeless
Eyes tired...
No, eyes exhausted
Far past the help of coffee
Exhausted from a world bitter and cold
Exhausted from the place she's forced to call home
I don't think her hair had seen a brush in a while
It was professionally done by a pillow
A pillow with years of experience
Still, when she looked my way, I couldn't help but look away
Wish I didn't
Cause she was my kind of hopeless.

Her voice cracked, and you could hear her pain.
You could hear her fighting back tears.
You could hear her heart fall from her sleeve  and shatter at her feet.
You could hear how hard it was for her to talk about him.
You could hear her run out of breath when she told the beautiful stories he burned into her memory.
You could hear her choke on the word love because she still loves him and he just lusts her.
But worst of all, you could see her physically breaking.