There is a time when too much
affection wells up inside me
And I become rude and mean
For fear it will all drain out at
The slightest word

I found a pretty little box
In a pretty shade of blue,
In it I sat to wait;
Both for change and you.
And if it starts to rain,
I'll wear it as a hat,
And wait for you again.

But, I wonder what I'd see,
From my box of blue,
If first came change, not you
And I'd wonder what I'd do


After all, you were supposed to come...
     Together

the days in the summer were lovely
the days in the winter were bitter and cold

everyday Im getting a little older
it's getting harder to remember the last night I was sober

I wanted to beg you to come home
that I miss you so much, it hurts, that I need you
my heartbeat is raising whenever I hear your voice
you still drive me crazy, everyday again

falling in love with you over and over
and I cant even imagine what life was like without you
without your laughter, without your touch, your being

I can call you my everything but yet for the world it means nothing
I just need to hear from you that you are mine and only mine
because if you want to be mine I will be yours, forever

young stupid and in love maybe these are the right terms for us
it makes me sad that we can't be ourselves when others are looking

maybe they should close their eyes forever
so it can just be you and me

a tragic story starring you and me

What I never was able to tell you was how ridiculous our fights were, and how I never realized it until now. I didn't care for those things, I cared about you and only you. I couldn't bear to think of a future without you because I could barely remember the past I had lived without you, but now that I have to endure it, I can only think of the time when love was more than a feeling and death was something less visible, less clear.

all that you are is the last bits of hope-
the ones to blame in times of despair,
endorphin sprinkled on a void
uncontrollable glitches on a perfection

clenched teeth,
sweaty palms
high-pitched voice,
monotone talks

all you hear is untried wishes
and throwaway dreams
fresh regrets,
and cosmic what if's

all that you are is my last bits of hope
and this is a love like hospital prayers