more to me than:
all the picassos at the Met
all the dictionaries in the library
all the concertos playing
all the ads posted
all the beauty the world offers.

For we,
               are beyond this life,
                                                     M my love.

I don't care if you walk right on by with another girl. See I got plenty of time. Plenty of time.
        You can ******* off. It won't make a difference. I won't miss you. No changing its mind.
       Sometimes you look right through, but all I see, all I see is you.
         Yea.
       I'm kinda like a train that won't stop. Volta put the key inside the lock. Like you. Like you. Like me or not.
       Never gonna lose this spot. Waiting for you to connect the dots. I'm gonna like you. Like you. Like me or not.
        Like me or not.
        I don't care if you lose my number. Ain't gonna crumble. Ain't gonna fall to the floor. I've always got more.
       And tell all of your friends you're not my type. If you don't try me, how are you ever gonna know for sure?
      How can you be sure?
      Sometimes you look right through, but all I see is you, all I see if you.
      Yea.
      Sometimes you just know, that you shouldn't let go.
      Like me or not.
      Whoa!
       Let's see if we can connect the dots, boy!
       Whoa!
       Like me. Like me. Like me or not.

and I feel
like the homeless lover
without any Godot to wait
without any heart to care

and I feel
time goes on and on
and I have moved out
but I'm back where I don't belong

and I feel
that it goes on forever
looking for some eyes
to see myself into

and I feel
I could die any second
and nobody would remember
a little bit of my name

and I feel
this has gone too far
my hope has vanished
and for now

I just wait




and wait






and wait










*and wait

everything is so quiet
yet I feel
like I'm falling apart

                                          they said I'd hit the ground
                                                      so hard I could
                                                       barely survive

                                                        ­                    so falling wasn't enough pain
                                                            ­                                now hitting ground,
                                                         ­                        being around while not ok

                                                       I feel so lonely
                                                 and I'm still trying to
                                                            fi­gure out

how and why and
**** **** fuck f///
///////////////uck

                                                    I've­ got no excuses
                                                         ­  and I know
                                                  cutting my legs hurts

                                                          ­                          and hitting my face hurts
                                                           ­                            and holding my breath
                                                          ­                         until I see darkness hurts

                                                 but nothing, nothing
                                                   matters at all now
                                                     that I just feel so

numb

                                                              erratic

                                                    ­                                                             *empty

When she was a kid, it was all but a skit. The love, the lies, the family, and their cries.
As time progressed she grew stressed, it was a strain to pass each test.
Moving from town to town, her face began to frown.
As she kept tumbling down. The more she fell, the harder it was for her to tell.
Her days grew darker and the road stretched ever longer, the pain wasn't the same, there was nothing to gain.  
Near her end, she had made a friend. He stopped her from saying her goodbyes.
Although, her life seems ever gloomy, she hides it with a face that's happy.
Slowly at night, walls fade away, and she says "I'm leaving today."

I love her/him so much
It hurts
But the good kinda way
I'm at a loss of words

The pain keeps changing
From good to bad
When I realise
It was all in my head

he’s interested in disasters,
the kind of catastrophes that the media has a field day with,
the kind of accidental atrocities that are awe-inspiring in their horrid glory,
the kind of things that have self destructed spectacularly – so much so that the remaining debris becomes a masterpiece on the ocean floor, a memorial for beautified trauma.

and I guess that’s why he’s interested in me.