She's in love with a man,
Whose nothing but a myth.
A mystery unsolved,
But she won't stop at this.
The ending is a must,
One that has to be found.
Clinging to an theory,
As thoughts circle around.
She still can't read his mind,
As he send her mixed signs.
Not knowing what he wants,
She reads between the lines.

Tik Tok
You're the clock
The one that strikes noon
Begins to make me swoon
But once it's past three,
You get up and leave.

He said he didn't want me
But God knows
That he kissed me like I was the last good thing on this ****** Earth
He kissed me like I was about to slip through his fingers
He kissed me like I was dissolving into thin air.
He kissed me so hard
So deep
That I'm having trouble believing that his statement of not wanting me is true.

I give out so many mixed signals
even I can't hope to understand
all the contradictions, though
that doesn't make them any
more intentional. I assure
you that I see exactly
what I am doing
though I'm
powerless
to stop,
because
each
conflicting
word and action
is precisely what I'm
feeling in that moment. So
with each passing day my feelings
seesaw back and forth, and we're just
stuck in the seats, unable to walk away
from the ride in which I have entrapped us.

I stare at you and feel the empty air
begging to be filled with
the admirations festering in my lungs

And as thoughts form flavor on
my lips,
I choke them back and **** them
with the smoky cancer

I exhale in a thick white stream
and hope that it could be
enough of a
screen to hide my eyes
and the hole I'm boring
into your face.

I pray that if you
breathe it in,
you can taste the
honeyed intentions

I fill space with common talk
that distracts from the reality in
which real feelings burn quickly
and leave empty an air that you
ignore.

I swallow it like absynthe
as my jaw clenches with
the weight of my masochistic heart.

She is confused about a lot of things
those things include a guy like him
There is this song she always sings
a song that tells her real feelings

He is good at denying
and she's an expert at hiding
Both of them, afraid to confess
but it doesn't make their feelings less

Eye contact is always met
and they say its part of "being friends"
mixed signals are always sent
they both wonder, is this how everything will end?

She's very tired to find a meaning
to every move he is making
He is now thinking, "what is she feeling?"
but all they want, is just a happy ending

-AA