In the beginning you were the sweetest drug.
A kind of prescription I didn’t need to sweep under the rug.
Innocent, and foreign but strangely beautiful,
you had this way of keeping us youthful.
But it was that night in the diner
that now serves as a reminder.
Did you feel the shift?
That striped shirt you wore, I’d gotten you it as a gift.
Now you’re a poison, I feel you in my veins
my chest is aching and these aren’t growing pains.
You were my biggest choice,
and I no longer rejoice.
A lingering regret,
your name conjures a cold sweat.
I’m itching, feeling your hands that were once calming
that now remind me of my hearts bombing.
You’re my biggest mistake,
or just maybe my biggest heartbreak.
Right now, they feel like they’re one in the same
and for all our problems I don’t know who’s to blame.
You left that next morning...
No note, no explanation, I had no forewarning,
only a bitter after-taste
and a broken heart, seemingly laid to waste.

Young girl was ambling in the forest.
She was in love.
In love and dreaming.
As simple as that and nothing more.

It was the first time,
And thus the word "love",
Seemed to be the most wonderful creation.
Something that opens up all the doors.

She walked.
She thought.
She wished for the reciprocal feelings.
She wished for simple things.

There was joy in her heart.
There was hope,
But the wish went unanswered
and was blown away by the wind.

She did not become embittered,
Solely searched for something new.
She embarked on a whole new journey,
On which she discovered a wonderful land.

And when the moment was right,
She fell in love again.
And this time,
With the right man.

He had a musical talent others strive to have,
I only wanted to hear him,

hear each finger as they touched the strings,
of his left handed base,

get to sit there and listen to him play,
get to hear him play,

get to maybe learn how to play myself,
or just fool around,

perks of being a lefty too,
but I haven't gotten to hear him play,

he for the time being lives far away,
and when miles don't separate us,

the time will,
the time and effort we can put in to see each other,

to hear each other,
waiting for one another will become a painful task,

every summer day will be hard to last because we just,
will eventually get tired,

the same old waiting game,
gets old fast and quick,

and if I remember correctly the last time we got to be together,
my friend felt the decency to kick,

his sack,
and the fact,

even though I repeatedly asked,
what the hell happened,

he nor she nor anyone really,
told me why,

but he told me every reason he thought could of been why,
and I know he didn't lie when he said he didn't know,

I heard him tell me everything he did know,
and that was more then enough for me to know,

how I wanted to hear him play his base,
and listen to him as I played with his hair,

I wanted him to hold me close,
like its too close for comfort,

the sweet whispers sound like screams,
but nothing's out of a bad dream,

this dream is good and real,
and you can hear and feel everything like you're meant to,

I wanted him to leave his mark,
so i'll never forget where he's been,

so it be easier to remember what he has said,
when he treats me with a respect and grace i've never been given,

and even if he does love someone else,
and I can't love him anymore than puppy love,

would I stop caring?
why would I?

even when romance wasn't on the table,
we were friends,

I wanna hear the echoes and repeats playing sound tracks of friends,
because I know I can't,

have him,
and that I dont even deserve him,

but I still want to hear him play,
his left handed base,

and everyday,
I still miss him,

and hope,
**to hear him play.

the girl who's wrists shoutout appreciation to her sleeves, never quite knows what to say when they fall down her arms.

but.

but.

but.

just tell me you're not just a little bit proud to wear your scars like badges displayed on the surface of your skin.