Flabbergasted and betwixt,
At the fairy's cascading figure,
Fixed between the man's fingers,
Like a burning cigar,
In western sunshine,
Falling like toppled coloration,
Of lumberjack flapjack,
Hit the road Jack,
And Jill,
To copper,
Whatever they want,
Without a fuss.

Stop being a gossip girl
You little
Ugh

Your words spread everywhere
Like a winter cold

I heard you where leaving my school
Nope
A rumor you spread to give yourself attention

Seriously
Stop acting like little Ms.Perfect

How the heck do you even have friends?

god blue. why do you have to be so stupid?

I know a girl, who likes a guy,
She's really crazy for him
But wouldn't ever tell him
The little beauty is too shy

I know a girl, who likes a guy,
But hardly talks to him; ever.
Though when he speaks to her,
She's over the moon, up in the sky.

I know a girl, who likes a guy,
And her feelings fro him are strong,
As she looks at him for long,
From the corner of her eye.

I know a girl, who likes a guy,
And prays for their unison,
Don't tell this tale to anyone!
'Cuz it's no one else's but my ;)

do you remember when you left my bed
for the last time that dark december night?
you were angry and i was cold
i couldn't give you exactly what you wanted--
your desire, a warm invitation into a life i didn't know i'd want
but now as i see you through tinted windows at red light intersections
and i catch our friends saying your name in hushed tones
i find myself face to face with you in my midnight thoughts
wondering what i'm missing from our past life together
slow kisses, warm embraces, soft smiles
the way you held my hand as you drove your car
the way you grabbed my neck and pulled me closer
the way you wiped away these incessant tears
all the things that kept me close to you
but i can't forget the things that pushed me away
echoing arguments, unrealistic expectations, alcohol-dependent nights
the way your irreverent temper slashed my autonomy
the way you despised sobriety but only around me
the way that I was never enough
do you miss me like i miss you,
or do you hate me like i hate you?

Someone should of told me
When I met you
That in the end
I'd be left with a broken heart
Empty space in my heart
Someone should of told me
I'd be torn apart

two thousand nine hundred and forty six microscopic tiny shards of glass stuck in my hand is the only equivalent feeling to hearing your name

six months later and i keep finding hidden pieces in my palms

/ just when i thought my hands were numb i saw the silky red dress i wore the day my hand hit the glass and all i want to do is throw up