it's difficult to describe
why your body chooses to spend weekends
alone surrounded
by the slimy tongues and bottled self esteem
take another hit
while your mind explores the chip on his front tooth or the sweat dripping off his eyebrow
your body takes the pounding while it whispers in your ear how little you mean and you tremble at the thought of being handcuffed
you wonder if he remembered your middle name
Francesca
or noticed the way that when you breathe in your collar bone protrudes
ill ring for you

Today I finally felt equal to you
When we were standing in front of the class
Talking about History
Side by side
Together

I turn to my left, I turn to my right,
I have no ammo left, no more strength to fight,
I see their faces, unmasked pits of disgust,
How long till I die, how long will I last,
It's all a mistake, one huge misunderstanding,
A crime forbidden, by an impatience outstanding,
I see it all lost, passing away,
Gone from my reach, hidden within the fray,
I turn to face, my dying past,
Thinking that each breath, could be my last,
But this cannot, will not be, my last declaration,
When all along this could be, just a game of misdirection.

To the child who wore a wrinkled dress during an election
who's been a funny candidate, and for that she never won

To the boy who always live in so much harshness and fears
from the people closest to him who always give him tears

To the girl who always did sing beautifully at the start
but at the middle she would cry because her life was torn apart

To the lad who simply wrote songs but never kept them for himself
instead gave them to someone else rather than to keep on a shelf

To the lady who chose to love someone who seemed thoughtful and caring
only to find that she was deceived by fake sweetness in the beginning

To the man who felt in love but was broken at early stage
yet he forgave though he was left sad inside that cage

To the wife who forgot her name and just depend on a story
that she shouldn't hear any word but a chain of big sorry

To the husband who tried many times to love and trust
only to end up crying and memories would turn to dust

To the woman who fell in love but cannot move on from the past
a lot of worries inside her heart if she is really happy at last

To the man who tried once more after a thousand of falling
moving on with someone whom he feel now deserving

To them who always cry and just trying to be happy
I will tell them not to give up trying to change their story

To anyone who was a victim of so much anguish and pain
NEVER GIVE UP, have faith, not fear, just learn to dance in the rain!

We weren't doing very much. I felt uncomfortable with the idea that being completely comfortable was okay. I was in your shirt because I would have had to wear my tomorrow **** that night if yours weren't given to me. I remember smelling it as soon as you have it to me, wanting to remember what you could smell like as people who run into our lives are temporal, and you were someone I wanted to keep. At one point I was afraid that what you were told could maybe change your mind on how you instinctively felt for me.

Rolling around in bed, trying to sleep, but at the same time just basking myself in a comfortability that I could get used to. "Do you have toast?" I asked at 4 in the morning just because I was already thing about what I could watch you make for me.

It's funny how the warmth of someone else's skin makes you feel so at home, but being in your own shell makes you feel so alone. I felt like I've known you for years, but in reality it's only the first time we've seen each other.

He took me with him on the way to work so that I could be dropped off and get along to what I need to do. We didn't have toast, I want worried. For once I felt like it would be okay for me to leave my toothbrush by the sink and know that there was a place for it, and I could come back.

I would like to think that I was more than just a one night stand
I like to pretend that when you think of me you want nothing more than just to hold my hand

To me you've always felt a little too much like home
But when I'm in your arms, you're mind is elsewhere and I still feel alone

I would give you the world if you could find solace in the touch of my skin
Instead of drunken nights, laced with the scent of impending regret and accidental sin

Waking up in your bed could have been so much more than just another mistake
But love isn't something you choose and how you feel is not my choice to make