Words can be so beautiful,
And so harsh

Just a few simple phrases
Uttered from quiet, pursed lips
Can change a mood, a day
A person.

There is no protection
From words.
They're irreversible.
They scar the soul,
Leaving fadeless bruises.

If I were a baby bird
Who had crashed to the ground
You would be the kind soul
That picked me up and
Saved me.

I'm still scarred and bruised
And a little wary to trust
Because being pushed out of the nest
Leaves you feeling a lot of
Hurt.

But you're making it better
You're teaching me to sing
And to soar.

And each day together I grow
More and more in love with
The man that you are
And the woman you are helping me be.

Emotions are purely and simply:
Complicated.

I've found that they are not there
To make sense,
Nor to explain things.
They're just there.
They exist.
They are wonderful and so
So painful.

How can I hate you
But miss you,
And feel empty
And yet so whole,
And love him
But not want to be with him,
And how I can be so awake
But feel so
So tired
?

If
Everybody believes that
Nobody knows what they're going through, then by that logic shouldn't
Somebody understand?

The worst kind of feeling
Is when you see someone that you used to miss,
But you've used up all of the missing you have left for them
Anymore.
And all that remains is just a sad, hopeless kind of
Emptiness.
A pang of what could have been and should have been.
But isn't.
You've given up but you can't fully let go.

I don't miss you any more.
I hate what you did to me
But I hate what you still do to me even more.
And if you tried to love me again I would resist,
For a little while.
But for now when I see you my heart does not flutter with nervousness,
It just drops.
There's a hole in my heart thats always been filled
With some kind of emotion for you.
But it's just empty now.
And more than anything I just
Wish things were different.

It's dark and the room is spinning around me
And it's him and it's me and we're talking about nothing really
And i'm just trying to concentrate on his eyes, they're so blue
But there's so much THC in my blood
And I think it's doing the thinking for me.

Because I see you and you seem so close
But really you are miles and miles away
And I see her hair and it's red and all I know is
I hate it so much.
I hate her stupid red hair because your hands like to explore it
When I'm looking and I may be really far gone but
Not enough to know what you're trying to do.

So two can play this game so I make out with blue eyes
And it's painful and passionate and I regret it but
I don't regret seeing your face as he leads me up the stairs
As you remember that the last time we were alone together you did
The same thing.

it's funny
well, funny's not the right word,
it's quite sad actually, how you can just walk by
a little store once visited together
or come across a secret note
written for your eyes only
just anything filled with sweet, perfect memories,
and suddenly you are expected
to just forget
you know?
to just **** it up and deal with it because
it's not supposed to be important anymore.
if you broke down and, god forbid, cried a little
like your heart wants to do
people would stare at you and wonder
why you haven't moved on yet.
there are so many expectations but
it is really easy for someone to just come along
and make these really difficult to meet.
you know?