****** fists rest at our sides
we're too exhausted from this fight
to finish it at all
We'd leave now if we could
pack up our bags and try again another time
but timing was never our thing,
and I can hear the clock

ticking
tocking
ticking
tocking

****** fists carry us home
And they sting so strong but we don't say a word
because our ears won't stop ringiby
screaming a high pitched laugh
mocking us

Ha
ha
Ha
ha

****** fists can't carry us anymore

When my blue mood threatens to turn black,
you will show up and tell me my moods are
                                                             ­       azure
                                                    ­               indigo
                                                          ­      cerulean
                                                  ­                  cobalt
                                        ­                    periwinkle
and suddenly the blue will not seem so dark,
more like the color of a noon-bright sky.
                                              You bring the sun.

There was something
pure in your eyes
and something
sinister about
your smile.
And my god,
I loved it.

The damage a storm can do
isn't even close to how I felt after you

Hate you for leaving me
Said you believe in me
but I thought you meant
you believed in me
Instead you left me on empty
now I get the meaning see
wont let you get the best of me immediately after I cut my ties
I realized, after all these lies
That life was suited for me
a bunch of jacks and jokers and middle guys acting like we are one of a kind
reading their minds
Then flushing these guys before the river dries

I want to look in the mirror and get butterflies
I want to become my own lover’s eyes

its so strange that I am the person who knows me best
and we still haven’t fallen in love yet

Looking at myself at arms length I can honestly say
I know your November birthday
and the way the Beatles make you twist and shout
I know your favorite books from cover to cover,
the magical mysteries you couldn’t live without
You hate monkeys, oranges and lies
you love horses, strawberries and quirks
you paint your eyelids a light silver every morning
just to hide the places that have so often hurt
I feel your every tear graze my eternally rosy cheeks
I know that Sunday mornings are the best parts of your weeks
I know what you love and I know what you need,
why won’t you take a chance on loving me?

You.
You.
You.

My heart had your name
written on it so clearly
but your heart
only had a small smudge
where my name should have been.