We're all about eachother.
Just so close,
Yet so far away.
Daydreaming in science, thinking of you,
Coming on, when it's just us two.
I'm pretty sure you'll never leave,
I'm pretty sure you'll stay.
I don't know if I'm right or wrong here,
So really what can I say?
You and I
We're all about eachother.
Wondering what life would be like to see the other in person.
Questioning if there will ever come a day.
I'm pretty sure you'll never leave,
I'm pretty sure you'll stay.
I don't know if I'm right or wrong here,
So really what can I say?
You and I,
We're all about eachother.
Listening to our song,
Taking a glimpse into the future.
I'm pretty sure you'll never leave,
I'm pretty sure you'll stay.
I don't know if I'm right or wrong here,
So really what can I say?
You and I.
We're all about the other.
Sending me a picture of a happy couple,
Saying, "That'll be us."
I'm pretty sure you'll never leave,
I'm pretty sure you'll stay.
I don't know if I'm right or wrong here,
So really what can I say?
You and I
Always for eachother.
I open the tab, check my alerts,
Seeing your name, smiling with joy.
The stars can die out,
Let it all fade.
My love for you,
Will never wash away.
I daydream about you,
With a dreamy sigh,
Because on these winter days,
It is just you and I~

Scarlet, the colour of the dress she wore.
Black, the colour he smothered with in love.
White, the colour the child wore,
Little did they know she hid behind a mask.
Mother and Father, I apologize, I have sinned tonight,
I met him and he loved me more than he should of.
The pushing of pain, it hurt and made me weep.
The feelings of tension, I fell way too deep.
Mother and Father, I apologize, I have sinned tonight,
you said I should love him and I said I did,
but now I’m in love with him, another male,
another mask, he’s dancing in on his own.
Solo he is, solo he wishes to stay,
Duets is what I hope for.

I caught you staring
at me,
you looked away,
and pulled
your sly
little smile.

I've been warned,
from the very first day,
to stay away.

But like our first
impression,
you're hard to forget.

You caught me staring
at you,
and i didn't look away.

You have my attention,
a forbidden engagement.

You have touched me
Left fingerprints
In places no other ever has
And nobody else
Ever will.

I still avoid you in the hallways
To avoid all my inevitable nail biting
And stammering phrases

I remember how the hate coiled
In my intestines
Waiting to spring free
Out of my belly
But now the fire has subsided
And I smile and bit my lips

I still remember your birthday
And on any given day
I can recite all the late night messages you had sent me that I was too asleep to answer

And some nights I grew frantic with the knife
Trying to cut you out of my skin
That your fingerprints had so carefully engraved themselves on.

Other days I welcomed your curious stares
And our troubled conversations
Never once bringing up
How our pride had hurt each other
And how our lovesick past will always be in our minds

Another 24 hours and I go delusional
Holding your shadowed hand
And listening to your voice whisper sweet little lies in my ears.
But I hope your reality never becomes better than my imagination.

But you still avoid me in the hallways.

It really terrifies me, you know? The fact that you already know me so well and eventually you'll know me inside and out. Letting people in has never been an easy task for me. I always hated the idea of the other person having an upper hand, something to hold over me. You know my favorite songs and how my eyes will light up if you were ever to turn them on in your car. You know my favorite books and the parts I read more than once, just because they were that good. You know how I like my poetry, emotion so tense and raw you can cut it with a knife. You know the way I awkwardly laugh when I can't find the words to explain my thoughts to you. You know what I don't like about myself, but more importantly, you know what I love about myself. You know of the things I don't really like to talk about and you understand, you understand the way I've hurt. You know the movies I like and which ones I have on replay. You know that on most days, I'm one wrong move away from insane, but you like me anyways. You know that I tell a lot of pointless stories but you still look at me with a fire in your eye, as if I'm telling you your favorite story from when you were a child. You know of my dark past but you also know of my bright future. You know of the way I once hated myself and beat myself up, you now know of the way I love myself and treat my body like a temple. You know of the stupid stories from when I was a child and you somehow find them funny. You know of my goals, my dreams, and where I hope to see myself one day. You know of my flaws, my imperfections, and my little mishaps. You know of the weird habits I have that I would rather not have most people aware of... I must ask, "Why me?"

When you told me you loved me
I thought that meant every part.
But when I told you I was pregnant
you started choosing which parts deserved
to be loved
and which parts did not.