Wondering why my life is so boring
Even though i am capable of doing everything
I can learn languages, learn how to play the guitar
Make friends with a lot of people and even make a book

But i won't
Because i am unmotivated to make my life better
Because i have lost all hope to do things better
Because i don't really care about myself

And i hope that i can get rid of it
Just like everyone else

We drink alcohol
and smoke cigarettes
and kiss stupid boys
that don't care about us
Just to forget about
life
We want to feel the rush
the adrenalin
because in reality
we have that boring job
and that one stupid boy
that doesn't text back.
reality hurts
and we don't want to feel pain

you are gone but fragments remain -
lodged in my eyes, catching my throat,
digging deep into my chest.

i cover up; laughter and smiles
and bad jokes and new music
and new interests and new people
and new plans and new futures

but those old pieces of you remain -
buried behind my moans, my groans,
tied tightly to the back wall of my brain.

Love, a four-lettered word,
All of us have already heard.
Funny feeling deep in my stomach,
Makes me look like a big, old maniac.

Silly endearments makes me want to throw up,
Old couples sharing one drinking cup.
Ewww, what in the world?
Is this crazy little thing that's been always heard?

Until one day,
A light has peeked through the skies so gray.
Who knew a girl that so vain and mean,
Could become my sweet, lovely queen.

I won't be needing those fake smiles,
And that feeling of throwing up some bile.
I know what love is,
And the proof? It's sealed with a kiss.