I once dreamed of a life where all was how I wanted it,
He was there, by my side, never leaving.
Her and I were talking again, and all my friends got along.
I never had to worry if what I was doing was goo enough because my parents were fine with anything I did, as long as I was happy.
I never had a problem with communication or showing my true feelings


But it was only a dream..

So you want to make me?
A moody?
Ok, here's what you do.

Have a caring soul.
Tear that soul's heart to pieces.
Then try to reassemble those parts.
If you are successful, put that heart inside of a body that is fat, too tall. and not noticed by anyone.

There you have a moody.
Caitlin Moody.

Have you ever thought about love, like as much as I've thought about love?
Do you know that I think of you more often than not?
Do you ever think of me?

I hate this feeling inside when I think that you could come back.
It's a mixture of fear and anxiety and joy.
I want to show you that you no longer effect me, but at the same time I fear that I actually do...

How many of you actually care?
I really want to know.

I just ran out of band-Aids.
I have none left for me...

Why do I expect so much from people, who will fail?

I'm thankful for the rain,
For it covers my tears.

I'm thankful that it's cold,
For it excuses my shaking.

I will love you,
Unconditionally

The question is,
Will you return that love?