you've lost interest.
that's okay,
I expected it anyway.
but what I can't understand is,
how can you lose interest in someone you claimed you loved?
was it true love?
or was it infatuation?
whatever it was, I fell for it.

maybe everything that happened in this relationship was a lie.
well I wouldn't know but I assume it was.
so why did you stay so long?
filled my head with lies, knowing you were going to leave me.

but everything happens for a reason, right?
maybe there is a reason we broke apart,
so we could find someone better.

so you've lost interest,
that's okay.
maybe it just wasn't meant to be.
so I guess this is a goodbye.

Goodbye love.

Who am I?
I really don't know how to describe myself...
Could I say I am a nice person with a bubbly personality?
                     (No)
Could I say I am a mean person who portrays nothing but hatred?
                           (Eh, no)
Could I say I am a nonchalant person who doesn't care about anything?
                           (Maybe)
Could I say I am one of those sad persons who does nothing but think negatively about themselves?
                             (Yes)
To be honest, I have mixed personalities.
You may never know which side will show today.
If you're lucky, you may trigger off one of my good sides,
if you push your luck, you may trigger off one of my sides.
                      (Don't push your luck)
To tell the truth, I don't know which side is my true side.
And I ask again....
                                 *Who Am I?

I walked out into the woods,
on a clear Autumn morning,
and used Daddy's hunting knife
to cut you out.

As if I were a surgeon,
cutting away with purpose,
no blood was lost as you fell
away from me.

You dropp'd to the forest floors,
drifting away with the wind,
I thought you were gone for good
that I was free.

You're anything but benign,
a creature from the dark woods,
following me as a wolf
out for the ****.

Helpless to spend the Winter,
cold and alone and empty,
waiting for your sure return
back to my heart.

Spring comes as you slither near,
hidden and slowly warming,
crawling and clawing upon
my cold body.

You've made your home by Summer,
nested in my hollow heart,
soaking in passionate love
that will not last.

I walked out into the woods,
on a clear Autumn morning,
and used Daddy's hunting knife
to cut you out.

What is that one thing that is killing us all?
What is that one thing we can never face?
What is that one thing we let people use against us?
(our insecurities)

Here is a message from me to you:

Let go of your insecurities,
I know it might be hard but you gotta take one step at a time.
You are a beautiful and strong human being,
don't let anyone bring you down.
Don't you ever have doubt in yourselves.
There is at least one person who sees past your flaws,
and loves you for who you are.

Be strong and don't let anyone bring you down. :)

everyone thought i was crazy
because i said all i need to feel alive
is your touch
but they didn't get your touch like i did
you didn't touch anyone else
like you touched me
and that's why no one would ever understand
your touch is my addiction
without it, i go crazy
i should be in an asylum
a mental institution
that's what they all say
but they can't treat me
they can't cure me
they won't be able to bring you back
and without your touch
i slowly go crazy
because i don't have my drug
i don't have what i'm addicted to
and there's no medication
for my addiction
because i'm not addicted to heroine
or *******
i'm addicted to you
and there is no cure
for such an addiction
because you're rare
and even though you're gone
you will always be
rare. //