It isn't who you party with at night, but rather who can you sit in a comfortable silence with the next morning over coffee and hazy eyes and still find the strength and energy for a full belly laugh over some stupid insignificance

with the day dreams in my head
its hard to see what's true

I'm torn by expectations
I'm torn with what to do
when in reality all I want is you

when in reality this you is faceless
I want you to see the grit and love regardless
I want you to see the confusion and love without question
I want you to see my intentions and love with understanding

understand me.

find me. fix me. love me.

without regard, without question, with understanding

loved by many
understood by few

hopeless romantic
with a realist view

I can't help but let everything pour out, rise up out of my soul, leaving a bitter taste

of what I should have said
or maybe what I shouldn't have

a title is optional but a body is not, I'm thinking it would be easier if someone else had the control.


or someone at all

I don't like the feeling of a finger down my throat, but I dont know how else you keep the old demon away. Not so much a black hooded figure, but a girl with a high number and little control.