Can't fix your attitude,
never loyal, mind the tattoos
hate me and I hate you
but when the time comes I love you
it's ****** up, we know it
could stop, but we don't do it
so what is it that we do,
victimize, and tell lies
With left hands upon fake books
trying to get that same look
that you gave me once ago
a time when I still belonged to you
Life was good
like really,
**** remember the times when
we were happy
I wonder if you ever miss me,
or think back
though I stay quiet
and I quit that
no sense in a heart attack

would you please just kiss me i don't care if it's wrong or right. i don't care about anything but the cracks in your lips because you're freezing and i want to make you warm again. i want to remember what your skin feels like because i hated myself the day i forgot. i want to reminisce but mostly i want the kiss that sends even the seas most skilled sailor overboard.

You turned the butterflies into bees.

Strangers don't fix each others eyebrows.

Things were said,
feelings were forgotten.
I went to bed exhausted.

Yesterday was one of the days that I'll try to refrain from my memory.

I can't tell you much about tomorrow.

I can't tell you what parts of me died when the last glimpse of the sun reached the horizon.

But, today I woke up like a second chance.

Florida,
You raised us in South.
With a palm tree mentality,
I can't find paradise.
In this heat I feel paralyzed,
Returned on a plane from the mid west,
thought I was doing what I knew best.
The UV rays ****** with my head, creating a false oasis.
The only rays they tell you to **** with are those called Raybans, so we can look like the rest of us.
Suggested tan like the rest of us.
Skin damaged like the rest of us.
Drink martinis like the rest of us.

Sometimes I feel like tour brochures got the best of us.

I wonder what dreams you took to the grave,

how rich the graveyard must be,

I wonder how many of you became comfortable,

and if you were tired from the things you achieved.

I hope to hear from you,
in books my professor assigns me.

I hope to read the things you never had a chance to tell me.