Blistered hands, blistered feet
Hit hard and left confused
Is the rocking boat or the betrayal
making me sick?
The salt water on my cheeks
either came from the ocean or my eyes
But what difference does it make

Blistered hands, blistered feet
Broken heart
Two thousand miles couldn't soften the blow

But you see,
if I tried to get rid of
everything that reminded me of you
I would be left with nothing
You have wound your way
into every aspect of my life
I hear you in every song
I see you in every sunset
because I know you're watching the same one
And I wonder if you think of me
when you see brown eyes
or when you listen
to the songs we both love
And I wonder if it would be as hard
for you to get rid of me
as it would
for me to get rid of you

I will
kick you
until
you bleed

Because
I want a
reaction

Because
I don't want
to be
the only one
bleeding

My vision went black
All my senses were numb
But somehow
I knew I had to get out

I just want to sleep
But I can't sleep

My congested head is filled with thoughts
that I can't comprehend
Leaving my heart to handle

But I can't trust my heart

My heart betrays me
My heart turns against me

I just want to sleep
*But I can't sleep

Only he could make her feel
the desire to be free.
She felt it in
his composed voice,
the familiarity
so imponderable, so supple,
perfectly right.
She could not help smiling.

She understood him
for what he was.

There he sat,
weary of
so much thinking
about the
complicated affairs
in life.

He really felt happy
only when
he was listening to music
or making music himself.

She was devoted to him,
but he was well aware
that this devotion
was not free.

It's strange,
the way my mind works.
Come tomorrow
I won't remember the
math problems or history books,
but I will never forget
the way
you looked at me.

I
listened
     as the
conversation
       carefully

f
   e
        l

            l

to silence

I left you
three days

But you
never
left me
at all

You said you hate your hands
That they're too big and clumsy
To do anything right

But I love your hands

You said your hands were cold
My hands are always warm
So you could hold mine for a bit
If you'd like

does it look like i need you in my life?
i have everything under control, thank you very much.
there is really nothing you could do to help me.
i've got this, okay.

You're blind
        to the things
     between us
but they
   affect me
in
e
        v
    e
             r
                  y
a
    s
   p
        e
c
     t

This
    little thing
                                 was
                                           her

everything

                             of course
                        to him
                                it was
                                        not so much