Once again I’ve made a fool out of me
I believed every word you laced with chocolate affection
What I'd have given to have you mine for just one night
Love, you stifled me with your harmful confection
The hope one day you’d care has died
Instead of holding you, I’ll hold my head up high
I only cry on the inside

To think that I knew better than you
You’ve played the game a winner from the start
Every argument you make drives the stake in deeper
Words of wooden indecision in my heart

You don’t even care as I leave disinclined
A lover and friend you’re unlikely to miss
Take no notice as I slip into the darkness alone
One last reluctant smile, one final goodbye kiss

Let me leave
Make me stay
I remain yours
Either way

Does she love you?
You ask, but you already know.
If she loves you, if she really loves,
there would be no question.

She may not say it,
or write it down,
but if she loves you,
you would know.

If you wake up to catch her watching you sleeping
and it isn't the least bit creepy,

If she laughs at your jokes when they're funny
and gives you a hard time when they're dumb,

If at her house she always seems to
have a stash of your favorite food,

If when you're sick she tries to take care of you,
even though she never quite knows what to do,

If when she cries she wants you to hold her,
even when it's your fault she's sad,

If she calls you at three in the morning
because she had a bad dream,

If she makes fun of the way you dress,
but secretly sleeps in your sweatshirt,

If she sends you drunk text messages
telling you all the things she likes about you,

If she sticks up for you
whether you deserve it or not,

If she tells you about how she wishes she had closer friends,
and how her mom makes her sad,

If she makes excuses to hang out with you,
If she hugs you every time she sees you,
If she looks you in the eyes after you kiss
and smiles,

Does she love you?
Of course she does.

I could almost laugh
how ironic, the rain,
as if there weren't enough
mocking my pain

The sky completely gray,
my eyes a subtle red,
claim the sun is hiding
like we dont know it's dead,


Walk by and soak me
in a cold lonely smile,
i'll pretend i dont notice,
i'll be staring all the while

Im drowning in my sleep,
dreams of how it used to be,
how painful it is to wake,
lost in an ice-cold sea

Tempted to float away,
turn to envy or guilt,
pretend i dont care,
or die, hoping still,

Im praying to a god
that doesnt exist,
You'll find a way
to love me yet...

Im a dreamer and a mess.
A disaster in a dress.
A ******* damsel in distress.
As this awful poem suggests.

Crying in a corner
about my life I can't control,
I'm sitting in the driver's seat
but my hands aren’t on the wheel,
I'm climbing out the window,
but the passengers don’t know

my chipped black nails
remind me I'm falling apart,
but nobody sees the broken remnants
of my shattered heart,
so I’ll keep pretending I'm just fine,
besides they’d all forget in time

I haven’t drank enough but
one more sip falls to the floor,
Rooms of almost strangers
ignore each others' *****,
Her eyes are focused elsewhere,
I guess this shows how much she cares

Nearing the breaking point
I'm rescued by someone,
I leave softly humming
that Edward Sharpe song,
Home’s wherever I'm with you,
I’ll be whatever you want me to

The soft flutter of a butterfly's wings,
The bubbling brook as it flows to the sea,
The light sprinkling of dew on a blade of grass,
The lovely pattern it makes on a spider's web,
The petals of a rose greeting the day,
The last crimson leaf dropped by a gust of wind,
Evergreen trees sprinkled with snow,
The warm light of a bonfire's glow,
The sun has set, but the sky's still golden,
An old couple as they walk, still hand in hand.

What do you say to someone who no longer cares?
How do you help a person who can’t see you standing there?
If all the pretty ponies and steadfast knights
Couldn’t fix it, couldn’t make it right,
What makes it okay to dream
In swirls and diamonds, pinks and greens?
How is it I can still believe?
My heart breaks every time you look at me...

All of the stars that shine in the sky,
All the jars filled with captured fireflies,
The fish in the sea and the birds in a tree,
Looks that say more than words could ever mean,
The waves that beat upon the sand,
The notes in a song by a rock 'n' roll band,
Even the miles from here to the moon,
None come close to expressing how much I miss you..

Loving him is like the sky after it rains,
A little sad and lonely, but lovely just the same,
Hues of purple blushing red
(If I'm still breathing I can't be dead)
He turns to me and as our eyes meet
I can feel the blood rushing to my feet
The light brushes of his hand on mine
Skin on skin teases me to no end
But nothing ever comes of it
Because to him we’re just friends

Have you ever felt everything?
On top of the world, so to speak,
As if you could fly and grow wings
If you only took that first leap,
A fire of passion inside you burns
Yearning to explode; burst.
So much is raging, inside you singing,
Life is beautiful, because I am simply
Alive.


Surprise.


It's consuming, the emptiness,
No outburst of rage or affection,
I just look on, with glazed impassive eyes
As they speak to me of many things
Expecting a reaction that never comes,
The apathy would be terrifying,
If I could feel fear.
Have you ever felt nothing?


Panic; is that an emotion?
Attempt to control the oncoming surge of numbness,
Do anything to feel something,
I've tried it all; thrills, comforts, pleasures.
Pain.
Few have an effect
And of those that do, few last.
I thirst for more hurt,
Just something to feel...
Anything.


Hopefully these images flow in and out of your head
Without grabbing hold,
Floating,
Just like me.



Think to yourself, 'she's crazy,'
And along with the world
Stare quietly.

Remember the night
you held me in your arms
after I drank too much poison
and could no longer contain my pain?
You held me in your arms
as I sobbed uncontrollably
and I could hear the hurt in your voice
as you tried to console me.
You held me in your arms
and kissed me on my forehead
and told me not to worry.
You'd never let them hurt me.
Again.
But it's too late now, isn't it?
It already happened,
He already hurt me,
I've already bled.

An orange flower and a black flower
Playing in the sun
The orange flower somersaults
As the black flower looks on
The orange flower laughs as she
Dances all around
The black flower just smiles
Because he’s fixed to the ground
But the black flower isn’t sad
He doesn’t mourn his lack of feet
For he loves the orange flower
And its enough to see her happy.

If the purpose of a song
is to make you feel
as if it were written about you,
then well done.

The melody dragged me down,
just as the words,
so finite and absurd,
in my muddled head spun.

Reiterate my helplessness.
There's no turning back,
fallen, broken, and right on track,
or so the band attests.

Nothing will ever be the same.
Nothing you can say
can make this pain dissipate
until I drain the last drop of blood from my veins.

All shriveled and pathetic,
dying for love unrequited,
how foolish and shortsighted.
How somewhat fitting. How poetic.

A handful of pills and a bottle of wine.
I'll leave the record spinning
so you'll know exactly what I was thinking
as I cried for the last time...

The sweetest sadness in his smile
Anyone can see he’s been hurting for awhile
Who’d have thought a man on his own
Could build walls so strong

The softest pain behind his eyes
You can tell he’s trying not to cry
When I question what happened to you
And he answers a love that wasn’t true

I’ll make everything all right
Until then I’ll just hold him tonight
I’ll make everything all right
Until then I’ll just hold him tonight

And I’m sure that he’ll put up a fight
Push me away with all of his might
Even so in time I’ll break through
Then maybe he can help me heal too

I’ll make everything all right
Until then I’ll just hold him tonight
I’ll make everything all right
Until then I’ll just hold him tonight

Who’d have thought a man on his own
Could build walls so strong

The brush of your lips against mine
sends a tingling sensation down my spine,
the sweet words you murmured in my ear,
warm whisperings for only me to hear,
the soft touch of your fingers caressing my skin,
the firm grip of your hands as you pull me in,
your smooth skin beneath mine is warm and pulsing with light,
yet as you tug at my shirt I feel something isn't right,
struggling to remember what it is I've forgotten,
I'm barely aware of you sliding beneath my sheets of pink cotton,
I feel myself pulled next to your chest, rising and falling,
as in my mind appears a face and a distant voice calling,
how funny is it after all this time of being apart,
the effect he has on my memory, on my heart,
remains strong, a tight grip, rarely fading,
and as I leave you, confused, there laying,
I regret a little this hold from the past,
the relinquished love that keeps me back,
but still remains the hope that someday,
my prince will come back to steal me away..

They don't understand you.

(You don't understand me.)

Whispers in my ear,
Whispers on the street.

I do my best not to believe.

It's hard to act
like I don't see,
like I don't hear,
like I don't know.