I do not believe in soulmates because my mum got six kids out of a fourteen year marriage, but she also got two weeks of drowning herself in alcohol to **** the pain, followed by another man who does not quite keep up.

I do not believe in soulmates because I spent sixteen hours sitting on the bathroom floor with my Aunt on her wedding day while she threw up alcohol along with her arguments to her new husband as a honeymoon.

I do not believe in soulmates because my grandmother stayed with her abusive husband for seven years just to fill the void space in her heart, simply because she was dying, even though she was wise enough to know he was not 'the one'.

I do not believe in soulmates,
But I do believe in us.

The problem is that I can see you in my rear view mirror waving good bye every time I try to steer towards something better,
And I reverse back into your arms
In a way that sends my heart crashing back into your atmosphere.

The problem is that I can see me in your bed for hours on end
Researching your skin with my keen eye
So I can kiss at what you would call imperfections.

The problem is that the rose colored glasses I put on
The day I laid on the couch with you and told you I loved you
Haven't lose their hue, haven't lost their tint on my world.

The problem is that I'd drunkenly fall into your arms
The same way I did over a year ago
And I know you wouldn't catch me.

The problem is that you were the one that got away
And you ran fast and far
Because you needed to get away;
That was what I became to you.

The problem was that I taught you more about breaking than heart
And you taught me more about patience than tolerance
And at the end of it all I learned how to live a life without you in it because that was my only option.

The problem is that I am still in love with you
And you're in love with the life
That doesn't have a remnant of me.

The problem is that I am in love with you
And your life
Had no room for me

one day i won't want to be with you.
one day i won't think our love was true.
unfortunately that day is not today,
so until then in my mind you'll stay...

one day i won't dream of kissing your lips,
one day i won't want the touch of your fingertips
i miss your arms around me, living wild and free,
it's hard to think that now all i have is me.

one day i won't walk past your door,
one day i won't want to see you anymore.
i go out of my way just to see your face,
and when i do i see memories i can't erase.

one day i won't look around, scanning the school,
one day i won't be paranoid and look like a fool.
i'm always wishing and hoping you were near,
not being able to stop this is my biggest fear.

but one day i will remember why we aren't together,
one day i will remember why we couldn't last forever.
i'll think not about what made us so strong,
i'll think about all those things that went wrong.

one day i will see you and my heart won't race,
one day i will be calm when i see your face.
you will be just another face in the crowd,
my internal cries for you won't be so loud.

one day i will walk by with a simple greeting,
one day i won't want us to have another meeting.
you will be just like all those other boys i knew,
my thoughts of you will be so far and few.

it's happened before so many times to me,
and each time i was fine and soon i'll see
that one day i won't flinch or freak,
i'll be strong and won't feel so weak.

so will keep wishing and praying,
and away from you i am staying.
for the one day all these things come true,
i know that'll be the day i'm over you...

I hear the songs being sung in church
About mercy, grace, and love.
Something deep inside my heart
Tells me I'm not enough

As I look around at all the people
Hands high singing amazing grace
With eyes closed and hearts wide open
I want to be in their place...

God make something click inside of me,
My heart is a lock and you have the key,
Open me up to wonders new,
Set me free to live for you

At bible study my lips are pursed
Hiding the secrets inside,
My guilt is locked up in my heart
To save my image and pride

Oh I wish I could feel what it's like
To be so happy and pure.
The girls around me shine like stars,
Something is missing for sure.

So God make something click in side of me,
I'm praying to you, begging on my knees,
Unleash the demons inside my soul
Release me from every idol's control

For far too long I've been living my life,
Just living for myself,
But I come to you so broken inside,
Oh Lord, I need your help...

I need something in me to click,
I need a love that will forever stick,
I need your key to unlock the real me,
I need to feel what it's like to be totally free.

So when I'm in church I'm in the know
Of the very thing that makes people glow
Because my light will shine so bright,
And give hope to people lost in the night.

I will face my peers with eyes open wide,
My need for grace will swallow my pride
I will open my heart for all to love
My strength and love from God above.

He's like a cloud:
he looks solid, but there's really
nothing to him.

He's like a child:
ignorant and stubborn as a post.

He makes tornadoes look like walks
in the park and earthquakes seem
as intimidating as a daisy.

His outbursts of anger are as
strong as any storm- they are
enough to cause ruptures in my heart
and have the ability to split apart
my flesh with the precision of a
scalpel; and the worst part is,
they have.