for even the good guy


who's no good

I really want to hear someone’s voice
I’m not sure if it could be anyone or if I need it to be you

Who the hell are “you” anyway.

My feelings for you don't **** me off

They make me scratch my head, that's for sure
They make me itch like a maniac
  Yet frustration lays at it's heavy level
Far from the lightness of my eyelashes, slowly blinking in an out the image of natures key holes
Playing in the pupils of your eye

I woke up one morning and I was sad
That's how I remember it happening
The next day everyone's eyes had Lazers and I was always the target

I went to bed and woke up
And went to bed and woke up
And everyday I woke up sad

It was scary at the time
I didn't know what jumped inside me, but voices I heard in the halls would echo themselves around my ankles and my toes just felt this constant need to wiggle
Id have moments where the World flipped itself around and around and then landed normal again

It happened in a day. One day.
I woke up
And I was crazy

He's looking at me in that way again
For a while he wouldn't look at me at all
But now
I feel his glance, from the shadowy blinks of his too-blonde-to-see eyelashes
And I hope he tastes the regret on his tounge

I take big steps
;because I can
My lover that knew me whole
Now knows me not at all
And I crave to be that torture

I don't want to be tamed
;rather urged to take every wild piece and put together some unsolvable puzzle

"Oh God"
I think
Now I miss you.
That's the first step you know, to ******* heartbreak.
******.
Nothing ever feels completely mine , and you especially will tell my heart to put that to the test.
But no. You know what? No more experiments. The conclusion is too much, the variables are too abundant