I came on too strong,
and I rubbed your soul wrong.
Now I'm strung along
by a silent, unloved song.

I used to always find myself lost in her gaze,
Like I would look at her and suddenly I knew my place.
Now I feel like I'm just lost in a daze,
As if my depression is forming a maze.

She would always just look up at me and chuckle,
Making my heart race and my knees almost buckle.
Now she just looks at me like I'm trouble,
Making my heart scream but I keep it muffled.

We would go places and she'd never let go of my hand,
Like she was saying "he's mine" without leaving a brand.
Now she got rid of our photos because us together is a thought she can't stand,
And she acts like I never existed which I just can't understand.

When we were together, she always whispered she loved me.
Now we're apart, and she only screams that she hates me...

I think I'm falling in love.
Falling hurts.
If I want to fall,
I'll just jump off a building.
Same results.
The fear,
the rush of adrenaline,
The euphoria,
the pain,
and then,
the nothing.

But what if this time,
What if it's different?
But it couldn't be,
Because you don't see me.
But I see you,
I see you entirely.
I see your imperfections,
And I see your doubts,
And I except your limitations.
I think you're beautiful.
But you can't see me.
The look I get,
When I stare into your eyes,
The small smile.
It's only me.
I'm alone,
At the verge of free fall.

Sorry my eyes are brown
And my hair's ***** blonde
And I'm skinny but not thin enough

Sorry I'm too short, too tall
And I'm not much of anything
And I had to quit dancing

Sorry my skin is too pale
And I have all these freckles and moles
And all these scabs and scars

Sorry I'm curved wrong
And my eyes are bad
And I talk too much

Sorry I stopped trying in school
And I'm shy but forward
And I'm an idealist

Sorry I'm broken
And uncertain
And afraid

Sorry I'm not any of the things you wanted
Sorry I loved you anyway

You've been picking
even-numbered petals
from flowers all these time
because you thought
the odds won't be against you.

When nature shows you a sign,
it is most likely to be
a. True b. False
Whatever it is,
Do not pretend you're blind.
Take another look.
Read between the lines.

A dozen wildflowers
is still an even number.
He only means to tell you:
this won't last forever.

Decayed and dead after a week.
Cryptic love is cryptic.
Like is not love, haven't you heard?
Haven't you looked at the flowers?

When the sun has set
and your eyes are tired,
the empty space in your chest,
in your mind, in your bed.
Hollow that was once filled,
his love was beguiled.

Sometimes i lie to myself that i no longer miss you.
Only to fool myself, to live in an illusion.

Sometimes i miss you more than anyone else in this world.
Only to relax and say to myself i’m wrong and yes I’m a liar.

Sometimes i hate myself for being a hypocrite.
Only to convince myself that it is ok.

Sometimes i forget many things i need to do.
Only to know i’m completely obsessed with you and i have no room for anything !

Sometimes i feel life for me is only you and nothing else.
Only to understand that is true always:)

Sometimes i feel you hate me the most.
Only to calm myself hoping that feeling wont last lonG.

Sometimes i feel i’m the most selfish person.
Only to think i’m right and i’m fair to myself.