Ive seen your bandaged soul.
Your past lovers didn't do a very good job.
I've seen your tired eyes.
There's always a new goodbye.
Darling I can try fix the cracks in your heart, in your soul.
I want to bring you back, where no lover was ever told.
How much of a bad job they did.
How many times they ******* up.
Cause babe,
I haven't seen everything.
And you've seen too much.
So let's just talk.
With our minds,
With our bodies,
With our hearts,
And with our souls.

Tomorrow pretended to be something it was not
for loving you came too easily
and now thinking back, in hindsight
i shouln't have let you drive

Behind shards of broken glass
we have fallen off steel tracks
no emergency room big enough
for the both of us

poison kisses fill me as you take those first steps
venom seeping into my veins
both of us cannot survive this mess
i leave with a wound bound tight

Stolen hearts,
Never returned.
You left me with a wounded soul.
You left me with a vision of you.
The kiss goodbye came far too soon.
Your heart was stolen,
As you watched.
The thief in the night you never forgot.
Revenge my dear,
An awful price.
10 thousand miles away,
Too far to keep us safe.

But its not just out of greed.
You see, I'm just taking what I need.
For the minute our hearts brushed,
I lost mine and you lost yours.
Clumsily trying to pick them up,
We stole each other's.
*Is this love?

Have you ever tried to literally shake the thoughts of somebody out of your head?
I'm finding I do that quite a lot these days.

He's the type of thought that makes me throw my hands up to my face and push my hair back in a sudden motion of hiding my smiles and delight.

I don't know if I give him the same thoughts but the butterflies in my stomach are raging and violent.
For the first time I don't feel empty.
Not anymore.

Erenn  2 days ago


She always wondered what would it be like
To have that kind of love you see in the movies
Those moments where the guy stood in the rain
Singing in a coffee shop and the spotlight's on her
Screaming 'I LOVE YOU' at the top of the Eiffel Tower
Just someone who's willing to go the distance
Means the world to her

She didn't realized 'Fate' was already near

On a Saturday 27th of June is where everything changed
She's on the streets of Dublin with her friends
Listening to their favorite band playing
Their eyes met as he was packing his stuff
Her friends saw this & planned ahead
She was diffident at first, reluctant to progress
He made the first move & the magic begins
They were both drowned in conversations
Eyes locked on each other
Hoping this natter never ends

They met again on a Sunday to watch him play
But this time little sister is there to speculate
It was hard making moves
Both eager to land a kiss
Both didn't want to leave

He had to leave the next day
Back to Australia where his dreams underway
He made a promise to meet her again
But fate has its twist and they had to wait
She had to go to Portugal on a holiday
Where he's back in Dublin again to play

He's willing to go the distance for her
He'll be back in September
To fulfill that promise
Endeared in notions of affection
Waiting for that fateful day
Two days was all it take
For a love like this

One foot in front of the other.
It's not that hard.
It's life dear.
Balance.
That's all you need.
And tension.
Slacking will inevitably make you fall.
I guess that's what happened then.
That's why I lost my balance.
The second I saw you,
I stopped putting one foot in front of the other.
And I began slacking in my plans.
I felt as though I was floating.
Looking into your beautiful dark eyes.
Oh how wrong was I?
So wrong.
I wasn't floating.
I was falling.
The tightrope went limp.
And I completely lost my balance.
What now?

I kind of wish I'd kissed you goodbye long enough for you to miss that train.
The next one would be there in 10 minutes but 10 minutes more with you would be paradise.
And I know you're out there living your dreams,
And I'm here trying to stop reminiscing over every second we spent together.
It's really difficult lately..
To walk around this city without feeling happy or sad..
Without thinking of where we kissed.
Which was kind of everywhere.
Ha!
But I guess what I'm trying to say is I miss you.
And that wasn't goodbye,
See you soon.
Or see you later as you put it.
Can later come already?

I keep falling in love with you.
I think it's time I stop trying to fight it.

So today I found out that you don't just call anybody gorgeous..
And I also found out that when you're back in Dublin you want to go for drinks again..
But you want me to lie and say I'm sleeping at a friends.
The visions you've planted in my mind are beautiful.
I just really want to be with you.......
Really.

We like to fill our bodies with toxic substances.
I understand us so much better now.

You got your flight to London,
I hope you're still dreaming of LA.
10 thousand miles from Dublin,
You rest your head in Adelaide.

Follow my twitter @littleruthie8 I'd love to see some of you guys there!!!

It's been awhile since I've visited here... a lot has happened.

I don't know much.
I know I can feel something
In my very core
It shakes me
Haunts me
I'm terrified
I think it might be love

To understand you must be fully understood by yourself

They don't even know I'm listening. **** sake.

Tonight I think I'll write a reply to one of your songs.......

I ******* fell for a man I knew two ******* days.
****.

But you're my ticket out of this town.
I just don't know if I'm ready to leave right now...

Let's get really really intoxicated and touch each other until we know every inch and evey curve like the way we know our favourite songs..

And you've probably met a million other girls just like me.
Ones who've given you everything.
And they're probably waiting up.
Staring at the phone.
Wondering where you are....

And if you're coming home...

I've never had somebody want me so bad that they'd spend money to get a flight to see me....

I just can't seem to stop thinking about you.

I wish I could have at least kissed you goodbye.......

It's when the daydreams merge with reality.
That's what love is.

I'm not sure if I want you to ******* or **** me......

You taught me that I need people who don't like Starbucks in my life.
You taught me to not believe the signs in the city saying 'homemade Italian gelato' until I had tasted homemade Italian gelato.
You taught me not to love until the only thing I can taste in my mouth and in my heart and in my soul was something stronger than any other describable desire.
Well.... I think what all that means is I need you in my life.
I need you to take me to pretty cafés.
Not Starbucks.
And I need to have gelato with you in every parlour in Italy.
Just to compare all the flavours.
But most importantly.
I realise now you want me to love you and hold you in my heart forever.
Because that overwhelming feeling of 'love' that you speak of is pretty similar to the feeling I get when I'm with you.

Oh my.
I haven't been this suicidal in a long time.

It's not supposed to hurt this way...

Stumbling through the city
I'm a pretend fire.
You've got a blanket on tote heart cause you know I'm a liar.

And I've brushed against your hand just a few too many times.
But you don't seem to move away
Keeping steady lines.

Woahh
I think I'm falling..
And woahh
I think I'm losing who I was..


And woahh
You think you know me but you don't...
Cause oh oh you ain't ever gonna get close..


My walls are too high
For your bloodshot eyes
And my drink is to strong
I can feel it inside..

I think the second I saw him everything changed. I felt my world get a bit brighter. And I felt a breeze come in and sweep away the remains of that horrid past. I knew in that moment that there was a change. This was my change. And I was about to grab hold of it and not let go. So that's what I did.

I'm not sure about anything.
At 18 it's hard to understand.
People think its okay to touch you and shout at you.
I'm a kid, but I'm an adult.
Nothing is final.

Wow I really fancy you.
I could write something poetic but I feel just thinking about you satisfys me.
I just really want to kiss you goodbye tomorrow...........

I don't want to be broken anymore.
This shattered heart of mine
It's my noose.
The bruises and the scars
They won't fade.
But you. You think you can fix me.
Not a chance.
I whisper as the cold metal works it's magic.

You know when you feel him lean in and press his soft lips against your skin? It felt like that.... Only more violent. And the marks weren't nearly as permanent. Those kisses will be with me a lifetime. Those bloodstains can wash away in the showers of my tears.

What was what

Sitting on my bedroom floor
Replaying all your perfect words
Your voice will echo in my mind
For until we get to speak next time

I'm missing the feeling of having you near
I'm losing out on life my dear.
Please don't play pretend.
My fragile heart shall love again.

Have you ever wanted a break from love.
A break from falling that little bit too far.
Have you ever wanted to break other hearts.
Mending your own shattered thoughts.
Or maybe I just want revenge.
Maybe I want to know what kind of monster you really are.
Maybe I want to know exactly how it feels to have somebody break right in front of you.
Or maybe I just want to feel something.

You're looking to impress me
For when you come back in September.
But honestly,
An uncomfortable hostel bed and you would be perfect.
I've no idea what to do, so I'll let you lead..
All I know is you don't need much.
All I need is you.

What if your soulmate was living on the other side of the world?
Singing songs in little venues
About girls nobody else knows.

What if your soulmate was sitting in a coffee shop 30,000 miles away?
Writing words into that old journal
About guys she's too shy to talk to.

What if your soulmate walked right by you, in a sea of people on a busy street?
Running for a bus to take to his mothers
Eyes never meeting.

But what if your soulmate met you.
And talked with you.
For seemingly endless hours.
But only for two days.

What if your soulmate had to stay in her boring town life.
What if your soulmate had yet another flight to catch.

What then?
What if soulmates exist?

I don't want us to have any what if's?

So stand a little closer to me.
And kiss me how you would if you knew this was the beginning of forever.

When there's a big kiss at the end of the movie
I find myself trying to hide that really huge smile.
I can only imagine us on that very first day
When the guy and girl meet in some really set up, non reality, fairy tale kind of way.
Because lets face it.
Not many people get their happy ending
Or perfect beginning.
But most people experience the ****** up crap in between.

I can't listen to my radio anymore because every song they play
Reminds me of something about you.
Your eyes, lips, chest, pants, personality.
The way you lose track of how many glasses of wine you have when you play guitar.
And the way your eyes get lost deep inside of you when you tell a story.
Like you're re living everything about that moment.

And I guess I'm doing that now.
Losing myself in the flashbacks of you.
Losing myself in daydreams about you.

I promise you I learned every detail.
I studied every inch of you.
To the point where I can't erase you.
My journals.
My mind.
Everything is full of you.

And now you're gone.

And I don't know anything now..
Because you were all I thought I needed to know.
And without you I'm a mess.
And everything up until this point has been insignificant.

Maybe I'm growing out of you.
The way I grew out of my favourite sweater.
The way the trees grow out of their leaves every fall.
But maybe I never really loved you.
And maybe your words were meaningless.
And maybe I'm an idiot for falling.
But I fell.
I fell for all those stupid lies.
And you don't even know it.
Or maybe we both changed just enough so that we understood why it would never work.

What's so bad about it?
I mean it's not your body.
It's mine.
I can do whatever I like with it.
I don't see why silly red lines that make me feel something upset you so much.

Don't you dare demand anything from me.
Don't you dare ask me to write about you.
Who the hell said I care?
Who the hell said I write about insignificant nobody's like you?
Do you have an answer?
No.
Because your lips slimed their way to mine.
And your hands wandered without prior permission.
So don't you dare moan at me and whisper in my ear.
Telling me to write that experience down.
Because I don't want it.
I don't want you.
And I don't want your schoolboy hands anywhere near me.

Letters.
Beautiful words handcrafted in your own unique way.
Much prettier than an email.
Or a text.
I think I'm the only eighteen year old that would rather write you a letter every day than a text message.
So please.
Let me show you just how much I care.
Let me pretend we're perfect for each other.
Because the words that are spilling from your throat at 4am are beautiful.
And I'm falling far too fast right now.

I cannot stop writing about you. Every little thing I can remember, I've written it down.
I've written you down.
A permanent stain on these sheets.

I just want you to know I don't write about anyone.
You have to be significant.
And being significant at a time where I don't even feel significant myself.
That makes me writing about you a pretty **** good thing.