. .. .. The moment I laid eyes o .. n you I couldn't turn away And I began to see yo .. ur face in every single day The time it took to mem .. orize the color of your eyes Distracted me from noticin .. g the weakness hiding mine But now that I have come to kno .. w the role that you have played I stand prepared to walk away .. from things in which I've stayed My heavy, dark and weary h .. eart had almost ceased to beat For close I came to welc .. oming the lunatic in me .. .. .
I spend my nights curled up with books filled with people I've never met but whose lives I wish I had lived Frayed and worn from over reading and misuse In this one the girl meets a boy and he doesn't break her heart He doesn't blur the lines and says exactly what he means and what he wants He doesn't use her to fill the void of his loneliness He kisses her and the next day he isn't taken away from her by somebody else She has a wonderful family The mother isn't sick and is still married to the father And the Grandfather never touched her the way mine touched me She still has her innocence and isn't confused by what love was And people can touch her without her feeling repulsed She was full of trust and a naivety I sometimes wish I still had But I don't So I live my life through words and phrases of people who were made up Because in the real world I find my reflection hard to bear
i wonder when ghosts from our pasts die, do we feel them go like we do the living?
my best friend is adopted. his blood-related mother just died, he seemed so lost. he hasn't seen her in years, and she was awful to him, but i can't even imagine