Inside of my mind, you'll find a vast part of it is full of repressed memories of you.  I can remember the way your teeth would grab your bottom lip while saying the first letter of my name. Do you remember that time we were in your backyard, and you told me that everything would be okay?
Why did you have to tell me that? I didn't want everything to be okay.
  -We were supposed to be a **** up in a room full of perfections.

"If you look closer, you can see my scar. It's a tiny little indention on my right cheek. It's the most flawed thing about me," I told him.*

I was with my best friend, Samantha Jayne. It was her birthday party, and everyone was invited. You could call it a lot of things, but we just said it the best best birthday party ever.
We left school, and a limo pulled up. I swear every girl almost fainted. I tried to make my way next to Sam, but I knew this was her one chance to talk to the popular girls. So, I sat down in the back next to the school loser, Miranda.

The whole limo ride was awful, and I was hoping Sam would pay more attention to me as the night went on. We arrived at Sam's soon, and everyone stepped out of the limo. She was still next to the girls that wanted nothing to do with me.
As the night went on: we danced, sang, and ate.. a lot. Here's where the scar plays its part.

We were all dancing. Almost 40 girls were crammed into one small shed. I was having the time of my life. That was until the lights wen out. I t was all right. We had the strobe lights.
I went to go sit down, and a huge girl bumped right into me. I tried to move out of her way, but she just wouldn't quit dancing. I remember her turning around, and I saw a flash of metal on her teeth. She dove straight for my face with hers, and her braces came clawing through my cheek. Blood instantly began pouring down my face.

*He looked at me, concerned, and said, "Faith, you're beautiful. One tiny scar won't make any difference to me. We could say my baseball hit you. We could say you tried to kiss me, and you fell."
I laughed, and I ran my hands through his brown, curly hair.
"Hey, I love you forever, ok?" I said.
"Forever. It'll always be you and me, girl. Just you and me."

I hope you're having a good day. I am. I'm going to take a nap.**

How many times do I have to beg you to talk to me.
To show an ounce of something
that could be taken
as affection.

She wants to be ******.
- but not in the way you're willing.
She wants you to take the time to learn
every ******* curve
of her lips.

I could call you Sir until the day you were dead,
- but would you notice how my lips moved whenever I said it?

I could bring my hands to rest upon your lap,
- but would you notice how my fingers curl up?

I could say goodbye,
- but I'd never notice how you wouldn't care.

It's the times like right now that leave me wanting more.
I know you're leaving,
- so I cling onto the thought that you don't even exist.

Maybe I made you up,
just as I did with her.
You're nothing to me.