Is every word you say a lie?

Every moment we spend together truth?

Cause all I see sitting here

is someone hurt, then someone oblivious.

One person sits at their computer,

looking and waiting for the online green.

Eyes droop, ***** sweat,

hair frizzes, nails chip.

One lives their life in denial,

not caring what the other feels.

Money spent, laughs heard,

gas burned, not a thought.

This is hurt

This is aggravation

This is disbelief

This life

Here’s to the people who get you through the most

Here’s to the girls who always know when to go have a fast food run

Here’s to the radio, which plays the perfect song at the right time

Here’s to family, who will be there when no one else will be

Here’s to social networking sites, who always keeps you in the loop

Here’s to *** and the City and the women who are actually living that lifestyle

Here’s to gossip that entertains the dismal everyday

Here’s to the nice guys that have to sit through their best friends drama

Here’s to Victoria’s Secret just because :)

Here’s to the iPod at the gym that pushes you through the workout

Here’s to high school and all the life lessons that you learn

Here’s to the adults who inspire you everyday with the tasks that they deal with

Here’s to the people who can read you with one glance

Here’s to bad movies and bad wine

Here’s to the love of your life, wherever they are

Here’s to the person who broke your heart and taught you to be more careful

Here’s to cell phones and texting, Lord knows what I would do without them

Here’s to dancing in the rain and singing in the moonlight

Here’s to bug spray and bonfires

Here’s to knowing the correct people to talk about your problems with

Here’s to late night talks and texts

Here’s to the silence between two people and it isn’t awkward

Here’s to being true to yourself and no one else.

Here’s to living the rest of your life how you want to live

Even when I’m alone,

I feel as though you’re near.

I shudder not of the terrifying breeze,

but because I feel your presence.

Anytime, anywhere,

everyday, every year;

constant guidance,

fulfilling life.

I still wish that you were there

to wipe anyway my tears.

Only a little while longer

till I see you again.

Leaving my finger prints wherever I go,
marks being left.
Maybe someday when I'm great
all the walls, stairwells, trees, doors
will whisper of me.
Of the time my prints grasped theirs and for a moment
they were support.
One day, I'll trace back
all the places my prints have been, touched.
To the statue, to the muddy banks of the Mississippi.
To the Unique Marker Yacht Club, to the Gulf.
On a ship or on a plane.
My hands themselves have told of my existence.

I lay flat on my back
waiting for it to be over
but I want to still feel it
the rawness of my body being used
there is a certain romance in it
an addiction to being wanted.

Have you ever felt enthralled?
Shaken, surprised, mystified?
Proud, sad, relieved?
I feel them all at the same time
because of the way he feels
because of the way it makes me feel
because of the way I think it makes me feel
because I don't know how it really feels.

I am no ******.
Throw me in front of the pope
flames will burst on the floor
but I have no real feeling of it
I just like being wanted
I just like thinking its love
when I'm really pure to the thought.

You make me sad.

Like there’s nothing that can be done to fix anything,

no smiles, no touching, no feeling.

Everything you ooze is fake,

and I really hate that.

Where did it all go wrong?

The late nights, the eyes, and the words.

It makes me sad.

You make me sad.

Your voice vibrates,
the movement making my skin rise.

I'm scared of what is to come,
from the first touch to the last lingering kiss.

And when its all over,
what then? You leave?

Now I don't want to think about it
at all. I just have to worry at some point.

I'll be alone for the next three years
and then I go and pick you up and everything is the same?

Why are you so much?
Why am I so in love?

All I see is a bright light;
A soft, whispering light that is calling my name.
"Come to me," it says in a woman's voice,
"come and see what I have."
I want to walk toward this siren but my feet,
they are chained to the ground.
"I will not wait," the voice in impatience.
I try to scream out and say
"I am here, please wait!"
The light now moves away,
rising to the dark, cloudy sky.
The tears that start to run down my face
evaporate the moment they fall to the ground.
"Wait, please," I try and scream but my throat
closes and no sound is able.
The light leaves and all that surrounds my chained body
is darkness.