No matter what I think about,
I can't get you out of my head.

You are the only one that I want...

No one else turns me on.
No one else is as handsome, smart, or perfect as you are...

Do I want you back?
A: Yes

The worst thing in the world
you can do
is hurt a child...  
What hurts more
than being kept away
from someone you love?

My body is the paperweight of my soul.

I'm really sick of being me, i'm sick of trying my hardest and never ever being good enough. I'm tired, mentally dead.

She is her words --
        the letters in the lines;
        the art tattooed on pages.

She is mystery --
        the secrets and signs;
        the lies and her guise.

She is astonishment --
        the curved pathways in pages;
        the plot twists on the edges.

She is sadness --
        the tracing downfall from a cliff;
        like how she fell for you.

She is madness --
        the explosion of everything;
        the collision of all universe.

She is beauty --
        the art on gritty surfaces;
        convergence of different abstractions.

She is death --
        the poison to your heart;
        the knife before your eyes.

She is life --
        the birth of vivid events;
        the breath of memories.

She is love --
        the beating of each stroke;
        the thing you have from her.

She is her words --
        the black and blue on papers;
        the prisoner of her book.

So well made
Tailored clothes
Perfect hair
It's all most real
But it isn't is it
No pain
No panic
No pleasure
No blood
No bile
Just well shaped plastic
And a chiseled smile.