All pretty girls fall victim
to beautiful lies
from handsome men
who make them cry.
I always wonder why...
they steal the sparke in her eye
they **** her hopes, her dreams die
she used to laugh, now she sighs
she's still breathtaking
but now her heart is aching
her love, the thieves have finally taking.

Someday, I'm going to look at you at not feel anything anymore.
I'm not going to want to look into your eyes
and see how big and bright they shine in the light.
I'm not going to want to remember
the way my head would fit into your shoulder
like that space was made just for me.
I'm not going to scroll through our texts or pictures
and smile or laugh about the memories.
I especially won't cry over you anymore
because I'll know that you were never worth it.
I'll realize that nothing lasts forever
and even though I tried so hard to make you stay
I knew there was a reason I had to let you go.
I'll be okay with it someday
and that someday is today.

I'm so scared
not because I have never been through it
there are more knives in my back than I can count
my heart is in such small pieces I don't know how to put it back together anymore

I'm scared because I think I might actually like you
I'm scared because I've heard what happens when you really like someone
and its never good

please don't break my heart

it's 3AM and I thought ild die missing you.
but countless 3AMs passed and here I am,
it's 3AM and I still miss you.
but I'm stronger

I'll laugh at jokes smiling brightly
rather than drown in my sadness.
I'll run around wildly
( giddy with happiness )
rather than stare into the wilderness
waiting for your return,

I'll be happy,
I want to be happy
without you.

san francisco’s known for its fog
and new york, its cities
and me, i was known for you

there was no me without you
perched at the end of my name
like a comma
incomplete and anticipatory

but every now and then
san francisco beckons in the sun

new york is more than just
one mass of blurred street signs
and the loud comings and goings
of nameless, faceless people

and i’m more than just
one guy who once upon a time
told me he loved me

It's when everything aches
that you realize you've been lying
when you said that you were steel,
when you said you couldn't break,
because now you're lying on the kitchen floor, shattered like the plate you threw
out of frustration, and you've been crying so loud that you're neighbors are worried,
and the "I'm sorry" you sent in the mail can only go so far, because a bandaid can't fix me anymore.