that song still is playing, as your hands hold me
and i know i'll never be able to dance to it
cause when i was in that moment
i finally saw what it was like to fall in love with the devil
i ******* loved you
i ******* can't have you
. . . Save Him . . . Says the girl I used to be
. . . Save him . . . Whispers the brokenness inside of me
. . . Save Him . . . Echos on every breath I exhale
. . . Save Him . . . Scream the birds flying over my head
. . . Save Him . . . Weave the spiders into their webs
"He's not mine to save" I repeat with each step I take
"He doesn't belong to me" I declare to the sun every day break
"Save me from this temptation" I pray each night
"I can't love him" I cry when it's too much to fight
. . . Save him . . . Commands the universe as it pushes me toward the edge
I just hope I can catch myself as I fall off the ledge
don't get it.
It hasn't fixed yet in
He's not coming back
I still can't process it inside.
He's so cute the way he smiles.
He's so cute the way he laughs.
He's so huggable when he's happy
And even when he's sad.
He's so in love with me.
I agree he's the only boy for me.
He's so cute when he sings,
the songs he sings for me.
He's so cute the way he talks,
like he's lighting up my soul.
I'm so in love with him.
He agrees I'm the only boy he needs.
© Copyright Tyler Atherton
I'm in love. And for once in my life he loves me back <3
I sit in front of my fractured mirror,
my eyes dripping like raindrops from the canopy above.
I didn’t want to know
Everything crumbles and my heart begins to crack.
I missed my chance.
To see and memorize the niceties of your stunning mind.
I missed your face, and your words, and your grace.
I watched as it all fell apart, my vision blurring and slurring
My teeth chattering, my fist pounding.
Deja vu I guess.
Snail trails caused by sorrow streak across my face.
My hands shake with confusion
I thought we were over him.
But she told me what you said.
She said you told them you missed me, and you fell in love last year.
Now I’m back to where we started.
I love you
I miss you
I wrote this with fuzzy eyes covered by saddness.
It’s nothing but pure emotion.
"why do you like him?"
"no he's not. i don't see why you like him"
"he's not good enough"
no one sees what i see
he doesn't even see what i see
Don't let me be misunderstood
the Lord must have sent you
but we know how that goes
messengers appear, leave faster too.
Saying, don't let me be misunderstood
Only possible with a voice gleaming
bright and loud; that's what you like.
Goodbye soft smiles, warm and aware
hard to say if we'll meet again
hurts, but i'll let you live you're life.
Never fall in love in autumn.
Hear me again,
I beg you
Never fall in love in autumn.
Take it from me,
I have fallen in love in autumn.
And every time, it left me broken.
It seems every time, the passion dies,
Just like the leaves die and fall.
Maybe that is why another word for
Ironically, I'm telling you
To never fall in love in fall.
Maybe it's inevitable for me,
But I hope I can save you the heartache.
Who do you call when you are having the having the most miserable day?
Who do you call when you just have something to say?
Who do you call when you're doing just okay?
Who do you call just to complain?
Who do you call when you think you're going insane?
Who always answers?
"I'm trying to find the perfect one," he says.
Well, I hate to break it to you, buddy, but you're blind.
You lost your sense of sight a long time ago.
You lost the ability to see the beautiful things of the world.
The true things.
The honest things.
The things that love your stupid jokes and the way you laugh at yourself for telling them.
The things that offer for you to lick the brownie batter even though it's her favorite.
The things that will watch those horribly childish shows you recommend because she knows it will make you happy.
Those things that listen to your complaints about being tired, even though she is exhausted herself, and helps you find a restaurant to get some dinner when you could easily ask Siri.
The thing that, unlike most genies, would let you wish for more wishes.
The thing that you're too blind to appreciate.
Who will you call now?
True story, folks.