The idea
The idea that we can be together
The idea that I can hold your hand
as we watch the sun set and rise
The idea of driving at night together
Rushing pass the lights that illuminates both of our personalities
The idea of being with you is something
That tortures my body and mind
It interferes with my own reality
Creating my vision, less and less applicable
and as I take off these clouded glasses
I can finally see
I'm not in love with you
I'm in love with the Idea of you

I need new friends ... Ones who don't take my car apart then act like their helping me and doing me a favor and me being mad  is out if line !!! Ugh

My throat is closing in and I can feel you on my skin and its like you never left me here to rot 
The wind feels like your breath on my cheek and it carries with it your voice softly calling out my name and its ringing in my ears 
And I'm sure 5 years in the future I'll remember you fondly. the way you spoke and how your nails felt clawing down my back 
I won't remember how my hands shook when you told me about her or how I cried so hard the night you came by to get the last of your things that i wasnt sure if id ever be able to cry again (i havent) or how you looked at me with pity, like I was nothing more to you than your plaything you got bored with after 16 months 
I'll remember those days we spent curled up on your twin sized bed 
Hudled together so we wouldn't fall off 
How you looked when you slept so peacefully, your chest slowly moving 
How after we'd kiss, your eyes would look like stars. Or when you told me you loved me for the first time 
Does she capture the stars in her own two hands and put them in your eyes like I did? Because I could slowly see them dwindle, their lights getting dimmer. Your eyes stopped shining. Is that what you were looking for? Did you find it in her? 
I wish I couldve been enough

Amongst friends sits the shrew.
A tear glistens so bright ,
he's happy, through and through.

Ecstatic young blossoms
resting amongst the thorn
crawling from the bottom

You really should try and be nice.
I couldn't believe someone actually said that..I had to read it twice.

If you dont like my words or they strike a vein.
Quit while your ahead and go mask your pain.

Being mean to some one you dont know is pretty lame.
I am here for me and not to play your childish game.

You are everything I've been waiting for
Angels sometimes need help to make their wings sore
An honor
It would be, to help you fly so you will realize your beauty
Every time I see your smiling face your eyes make me look down to my hands to see if this is reality
My chest, has always felt so weightless
When what I say makes you grin that's a blessing to the human race You are everything I've been looking for
I just pray that you don't realize that you can do far more better than I
If I ever become yours, remember  me when you ascend to the kingdom in the sky
It kills me, to speak to you and not make you laugh
Though I always have little to say, the withdrawal of not talking to you drive me insane
You are surely everything I've been looking for

Cadaver wants fame,
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I want to be your sunset eyes, those blue skies, you're perfect starry night.
I want to be the shore kissed by the sea, I want to have everything causally, I want you and me.
I want to be the waves when they dance alone, the midnight tone, I want to be your back bone.
I want to be your perfect scent, your missed rent, those days you feel you need to repent.
I want you to listen to these cheesy rhymes, feeding me these sweet lines, be together all the time.
I want to be your dark brown hair, the place back when we didn't care, the memories only we share.

I want you in all the ways I can say.
I'll want you forever and always each and every day.