I don't ask you how your day is
Because it's probably better than mine
So usually I wait for you to ask how mine is
So I can finally cry
And be vulnerable for once

My shoes can never stay tied
And they don't make jeans with short enough legs
So my pants are always ripped at the bottom
Mom shrunk my favorite sweater
So now I don't even bother wearing nice things
Or washing my car
It'll just get ***** again, anyway
That's not to say I don't shower
Hygiene is still an important factor

I wish I had a typewriter
So I could pretend to be fancy and old fashioned
I would write stories and make that little "Bing" sound every time the paper moved down a line

Why is it we always want what we don't have?
It's like we never have enough in this world
Are we selfish or is it just that need for a new adventure?

All I really know anymore is
Even if you think you are having the worst day ever
There is always someone out there
Who is having it much worse

Don't touch me
Don't look at me in a funny way
Don't take too long to respond to a question
Don't walk slowly in front of me
Don't even breathe if you can help it
Don't talk too much
Don't laugh at my frustration to try and ease the mood
Just buy me some chocolate
Sit 5 feet away
And shut the hell up

There you are walking with her, your hands tapping against each other from time to time. I can tell you want to reach out and take her little hand. Oh, how I wish it were mine instead.
She keeps glancing up at you, smiling. Her perfect white teeth glowing and her stunning blue eyes lighting up as you smile back. I'd like to imagine that deep down she's a *****, but truth be told she probably isn't. That wouldn't be something you'd go for. That's probably why you and I would never work. I wasn't always a ***** though. Not that you'd remember.
Wow, look at you! How much you've changed! You look stunning, gorgeous even. Unfortunately, so does the woman walking beside you, tapping the back of your hand with hers...
She really looks beautiful from here. I sure hope she turns out to be a *****. It would make me feel better, though I can probably never have you either way. Not anymore, at least.
This is the first time I've seen you in the city since... Nevermind. I should probably stop staring at you. You're bound to look over at any moment.

A cigarette hangs from her chapped lips
Nails painted **** yellow, now chipping as she clacks them on the table
Her wrist watch is broken so she has to count in her head
One onethousand
Two onethousand
Forget it
It's been about an hour now
She pretends to read a book but instead she stares at one word on the page
Patience
Her lips pucker over the cigarette and she takes a deep drag
With a disgusted sigh she exhales smoke like a dragon forfeiting a battle
One onethousand
Two onethousand
"**** patience,"
She gets up, throws the book in the trash, and leaves

He reaches for the door to enter the cafe
Right as he does, a woman on the other end shoves it open, nearly hitting him in the face
She manages to mutter a half-assed apology and strides by him
She smelled like cigarettes
He walks in and looks around for a trash can
As he goes to throw something away he sees a book on top of the pile of garbage
He picks it up and wipes the ashes off of its tattered cover
With a nod to the waitress he walks over and takes a seat at the only empty table
The seat is warm
He examines the book, turning it side to side
There is no title
There is no author
He shrugs and opens it to a page with the top right corner bent inward
In the center of the page his eyes are drawn to a word circled angrily in black ink
Patience
He takes out a red pen from his shirt pocket and underlines the word
I need to learn how to be more patient
His thoughts go off about the woman who had brushed past him
Was this her book?
He looks out the window to see her standing at the bus stop across the street
She turns her head in his direction and they make eye contact
"Is there anything I can get for you, sir? Perhaps a cup of coffee."
He hesitantly looks away from the woman and up at the waitress
She gives a concerned, but friendly smile
"Erm, no. I was just leaving."
He picks up his hat from the table and leaves with the book tucked under his arm

When was the last time I had coffee?
Can't recall, which isn't a good sign
Survival is crucial, and to survive, one simply needs caffeine
This world today is so cut-throat
Are you sure you're ready to step outside that door?
Did you remember your jacket? Did you pack enough socks?
Reading a book on a rainy day used to be convenient
Now I want to read to stay out of the sun
Skin cancer is a terrible thing you know
Drinking to get drunk is only fun in public
Do it alone, and you'll be crying in your room over sweet nostalgia
It's too easy to get distracted from your goals anymore
So many ******* curve ***** coming at you in every direction
Spinning you to face another door
Will you go in? Is it really worth it?
You'll never know until you try
I for one like my coffee blended

He walks around the mall by himself
And pretends he is on the phone with somebody important
In hopes that people will find him to be an interesting person
That maybe once he gets off the phone they will come up to him
And ask him for some advice over coffee
And that they will care to hear what it is he has to say
But instead they ignore him
And he doesn't know why

She puts her hair up in a ponytail every morning
Not because she doesn't like the feeling of her hair on her shoulders
But because she wants the other girls to see she has a hickey on her neck
In hopes that they will think she is really popular
And that they will want to hang out with her to see how she gets all the guys to like her
And that they will think she is pretty
But instead they ignore her
And she doesn't know why

I never knew how to tell you this
But I always pretend to know what I talk about
In hopes that people will think better of me
That they will enjoy my company at parties
And that they will want to be around me more often
And maybe someday you could notice me
But instead you choose to ignore me
And I don't know why

Its hard to fall in love with someone
When you can't learn to love yourself
Its hard to stand in just one spot
When you were obviously born to run
Its hard to tell people the truth
When you are constantly lied to
Its hard to remember faces and names
When you are always forgotten
Its hard to be proud of who you are
When everyone questions your dreams
But its harder to sit and do nothing
When everyone else is wrong

I get nervous when a flock of birds flies over my head

I get headaches if there isn't coffee brewing in the morning

I get excited when the power goes out


I get light headed when you kiss me on the lips
(in a good way)

Once on a frigid winters day
I sat and thought of things to say
Or not to say, to stay looking sane
The snow piled up on the window pane
The look of pain on your face was so atrocious
Winters cold sting was all too ferocious
Where does one beginning end, and another begin?
Thoughts such as these will make your head spin
Your heart broke on that winters day
When I failed to think of something to say