Words balancing on the tip of my tongue

I'm drowning in all the things I wish I could say

But I don't want to be that girl

I've always been the exception

Your exception

And naturally I'm terrified of what could happen

Of what would happen
Of what will happen
Of what won't happen

I love you

I love you in the way that life without  you would be very boring

But I would still be able to live.

I know that one day all we'll ever be is a collection of mismatched, unedited moments....
And I'm fine with that.








I think.

I find it funny, how we all try to find perfection in love , when the love that we find is usually the most flawed.

But I guess thats what makes it beautiful.

I guess thats what makes love so **human

you do not think about it often

you do not want to think about it anymore

the thought is still a fleeting one

the same one it has always been

so you are making coffee, or waiting for the microwave, or hitting the snooze button

and suddenly there is he is standing in front of you, right where you left him before you left all of him,  

right.           there.


he is not smiling,

neither are you.

Even now in the cold, I count on the days your eyes are a little bit more forgiving

Even now in the cold, I wait for you, and I know I should bury my sword already but I can't

I count down the days for something to happen, for anything to happen, I miss the myths you used to tell me
There are nights when the air grows stiff with silence, and even then my heart hurts half empty
and my knees still sometimes quiver at the sight of you and I know now that I should bury my sword deep into the ground, it has lost almost all its glory and I am tired of feeling heavy with it.
My mouth grows bitter thinking how you used to touch me like that, how you used to look at me like that and I feel like burning the pages of a book I've been written out of.
You are happy now, and you are without me.
And I have been trying keep my head up, I have been trying to not let my thoughts become daggers

**I do not wait for you anymore for your eyes have never even flickered forgiveness, your eyes have only reflected criticism.
I do not miss the lies you told me, or your burning tongue

The snow shimmers in the night, and the moon kisses my driveway endlessly, I have slept without interruption.
My fist grows red hot at the sight of you, it craves connection with your jaw.
I wrote you out of all my favorite lyrics, I am not bitter, I am honest
I am happy now, and you are without me.

A thousand broken hearts lay at her feet...

How different it must feel, when this one is her own

And all I can think about is you..

It is an unnerving cycle of my heart wanting so bad to put it all into words, and my mind thinking you don't deserve them.

Am I doing a good job?

Is it working this time?

Are you falling in love with me yet?

Maybe, I just want you to look at me and think,

Yeah, She is the one

Maybe....