i wonder if you knew that with every sly compliment you give to me so willingly causes my heart to drop straight into my stomach
and i wonder if you knew that kissing her with more passion than i know you will ever give to me makes my veins knot together in complete and utter destruction, would you still kiss her the same?
would you even care at all?
if you were completely aware that you were slowly killing my insides little by little, would you still be whispering your words into her lips and stroking her thighs, or would you sympathize for leading me straight off a cliff?
if i told you how i felt, would you tell me that you feel the same? or would you regret ever even knowing
my
name
so i guess you'll never know
and will always have to wonder

A year ago
You said I was your valentine
You didn't even say it in a cute way
But just the fact that you said something like that
Well
my heart flew

it's hard being the girl who grows up never loved
Never noticed
partially because I hid
Because I didn't want to be hurt

So, after your casual invitation
My heart ran to you
Defending every thoughtless comment

Starved
Craving what you could offer

Just someone who thought I was beautiful

Someone who really wanted to know me

I wonder how many girls fancied themselves your valentine that day
Just a side glance into your twinkling eyes
was enough to push me over the edge

I let myself think that those girls were chasing you
Never letting myself admit that you play emotions for fun
You like knowing you can make people love you
I think I knew that, even a year ago
Even as twitter-pated, I fell asleep, thinking about a man who was my valentine


One year later
Blocked you on facebook
blocked your number

Not that you ever tried to call

Just in case you ever care enough to look me up again

Ok.
So it's Valentines day.
I'm alone,
but I'm in love again.
                                    The chemicals in my brain are firing pleasure sensors
                                     or whatever that science **** says.
                                      It bothers me that I live a lie no matter what truth I embrace
but whatever

I'm in love with his smile
his laugh
how he and I know exactly what each other is thinking
telepathy is our ESP.
If he knew was me
he would know it was him
still is him
by the way

I'm in love with his poetry
his voice
Every new thing I learn
Is a starburst in my heart

I know I look like a stalker
the way I follow him
but seeing him is my sanity

I have to believe
he will love me one day
if I want to live
another day

No post
no Valentine
no kisses
I love you's
I want you's...

Who cares
nomnom
mmm...
chocolate is my lover

I'm in love , really
I'm in love with the sound of my voice
I can spend hours talking and listening

I'm in love with the way I walk
With the way my hair moves

I'm in love with my reflect
when you look at me in the morning
When you look at me in the night

I'm in love with the me that you love