carrying fairy tales in your pockets
I could see your yearning for a castle
the towers reaching into the sky
Moated with drawbridge and portcullis
safe from the wickedness of stories
handed down through generations
the ones kept in your pockets and
to be re- read while residing safe in your castle

I can't promise a perfect relationship cuz I'm messed up inside
But love isn't perfect
It's anger,lust,pain it's falling apart and picking yourself up and trying again it's not giving up it's messy but it's also beautiful. Its happiness it's the little moments that make you laugh it's when you take care of someone and in turn let them care for you.

They sit me down and I have this sinking feeling in my stomach because their faces say 'we know we know' and I tried so hard to hide it and God knows I tried to stop it

"We think you should go see someone"

Silence. I almost laugh. Their faces say, with tightening eyes, 'tread gently we don't know what kind of grenade we have here gently gently'

"Think about it, at least"  

I've thought about it, oh I've thought about it. What else could i think about but all the possible checklist methods to get myself out of this half-existence? Talk to someone. Of course. because i am a perfectly rationale human being whose words don't come out like crushed ice through a broken dispenser, whose thoughts and motives aren't foreign and terrifying as a black hole in deepest space like a person i don't even know could begin to find a beginning or an end to this cycle of bizzare emotional wreckage that has become my identity.

"Okay"  

They leave because they don't want to scare me away. The rabbit can only bear so many rustling footsteps and cracked twigs before it shoots off like a bullet from a gun into darker forests.

i lay on my bed but i can't listen to music because my iPod is dead so i just listen to the cracking sound my lungs make when i breathe.  

Then i get up, go into the bathroom, and lock the door

I took a spaceship to the moon
With nothing but a blanket and a flashlight

Made myself a space in the deepest crater
With the blanket over my head like a child
Forgot batteries for the flashlight, though,
So I threw it out
Thinking it would be better to get used to the darkness
Right away

But the next night
You came outside on your back porch
Looked up at the sky
And said "I'm here for you."

And it made me so sad
Because I know there is nothing you can do  
That can touch me
Way up here
On this cold, grey, empty planet
That you can only see at night