when you say
that I am what you want
how can I believe you.
I deeply want to
but how can I
when you do
what you do
and act
how you act
how could I ever see?

they aren't worth your tears,
your precious time,
your perfect body,
your unconditional love,
your happy smile,
your sleepy face or sleepy voice,
your late night thoughts,
your weird laugh,
or how in love you are with the rain
and that one band, or
how your eyes glow when you sing
or that one shirt you wear way too much,
or how your eyes sparkle when you stare into space

you deserve the world,
my friend

I'll be nancy,
you'll be sid.
What a tragedy itll be in the end.

Beneath the dead leaves laid a
branch waiting for its chance
to be seen.

I'll be the old lady with a bunch of grand babies.
I'll be the old lady who wants a young man because in all honesty that's how my mother is. Mother like daughter.
I'll be the old lady the younger children spread rumors about.
I'll laugh at em.
I'll be the old lady who becomes senile and yells at the nurse saying where are my cigs?
Theyll probably make me quit.
But when I think about all this ****,
it makes me smile.
Life sounds more exhilarating then it does now.

Stuck between
being happy
and being sad.
Not knowing which way to go,
being stuck in the middle,
is the worse feeling of them all.