We're in a car going twenty too fast on the highway, and I don't know where we're headed.

Maybe the headlights will take us to a home where we've never lived or maybe somewhere where the flames aren't as shallow.

Rain has been beating the windows for at least four hours, and I can almost see lightning through all the cigarette smoke.

He says that he can see clearer than ever.

I swear ever since the radio lost signal, I've basically been able to hear the stardust in every shallow breath he takes. 

I can't believe all it took was a broken radio to see him for the kind of words he was meant to be.

The kind that rip apart a person's heart when they finally read them the way they were always meant to be read.

His name is just a noise, and his face is only skin;but the fault lines etched into his bones make me want to believe there are more earthquakes inside him than he thinks.

He makes me want to believe there's something more to life than his fingers wrapping themselves around mine as the car wraps itself around a tree.

Tonight,
The mahjiang tables went silent.

Tonight,
The barbeque didn’t taste as swell.

Tonight,
Old mothers huddled and hugged their children.

And tonight,
Not a firework’d be heard.

Tonight,
He’d betrayed her.

Tonight,
She’d never let go.

Tonight,
Crimson could only answer.

Tonight,
She’d live.

And tonight,
He wouldn’t.

*There was a ****** just down the block tonight; guess I'm a tad guilty of gossip? You be the judge.

i think i saw you, and just the mere thought of you being there made me lose my breath,
and i realize i still want you for the bad, the good and the ugly.

i'm not much of a prayer but i'll pray for one last conversation, one last touch, one last kiss,
one last i love you.

I'm craving a new reality
My life isn't what I thought it would be
It's not the worst
However it's not the best
I know it could be so much more

I'm craving a new dream
My ambitions aren't what I thought they would be
They aren't that unrealistic
But something is definitely missing
I really would like to further explore

I'm craving a new confidence
My self-esteem isn't as high as it should be
It's not like I hate myself
But I know I'm not at my best
I really want to be something more

I'm craving a new heart
My love isn't as pure as it could be
I don't have hate in my soul
But my past, I haven't let it go
I hope that real love will find me

you hurt me
you are the moon that controls
the tides of my eyes

you are a dark moon
with thousands of craters,
thousands of imperfections

i have imperfections too,
but the difference is:
i think you hate me while
i love you