i am just
trying to
forget you
and
my stupid heart
is playing vice versa
           -cute crazy-

Maybe if I was better, I wouldn't hurt so bad
I could see what you see in me.
Maybe If I was better I wouldn't have to pretend..
I could be what I hide inside.
Maybe if I was better, the pain would only be in nightmares
that cover my actual dreams and not just my figurative ones.
Maybe if I was better they wouldn't look at me that way.
Maybe if I was better...I could finally breathe.

My life without
                                                                                                                    you
is described with one word
*better

I need to stop writing about you. My god, I sound pathetic.

The words unsaid are infinite
The words i say are a summary
The words you hear are filtered
The words i hear are my downfall

I hate rain on Tuesdays.
Wednesdays are my least favorite days and if Tuesday's dark and gloomy how will Wednesday be?
but I love rain because the sky reminds me of my eyes and the feeling of wet drops on my skin is equivalent to your rough hands pulling me on an adventure and I want to adventure with you and I want you to take me along with you and some people compare their boys to skies and seas and flowers and moons but I will compare you to rain on Tuesdays because it all kinda spirals down but I want to hit rock bottom with you.