Sometimes, words are never enough
Sometimes, silence is too much
Sometimes, emotions aren't right
Sometimes, love isn't really there

You know this.
I know this.
I'm sorry for reminding you.
I'm sorry for trying to change.

I can't change who I was
but neither can anyone



So you can change everything about you
so I can change everything about me

but nothing will change

Pleasant catchwords offer.
Religious assertions affirm.
Occasional shouts whisper.
Moral assertions assert.
Idealistic illusions express joy.
Social obligations obligate.
Extraordinary assertions affirm.
Subtle compromises imperil.

Love is wearing his shirt around the house because it's the only comfortable thing.
Love is replacing your last name with his because it sounds wayyyy better.
Love is trying desperately to get his name out of your head so you can concentrate.
Love is quitting a 20 year drinking problem because you have a baby on the way.
Love is wanting to **** him every **** day, but then he makes you smile when you are crying.
Love is watching his play with his niece and trying not to cry at how adorable it is.
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­Lust is yearning for her sweet kiss.
Lust is trying not to think of all the things you want to do to her.
Lust is biting your lip when she walks toward you.
Lust is thinking about her body....
Lust is loving her despite all her flaws.
Lust is the sensation that drives you mad at times....

Love and lust are two polar opposites, but they attract like the strongest magnet....

Music.
uh....
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Yeah.
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uh.....
Music.

What
you expected something
poetic?


Well ****.




Sorry to disappoint you.
Just like everyone else I guess?

A lonesome tree stands bare
Branches scratching the sky in joy
Strong against the storm raging
Thunder and lighting raining down
But not forever will the tree stand

The wind will howl
Branches will snap
The tree will hurt
The lightning will strike
The bark ignite
The tree will burn

We
We are that tree
All alone in the storm
Our busy lives
Our regretful choices
Our darkest memories
We will break
We will burn
We will hurt


But what we must do after that hurt
Is reach out
And scrape our sky again.

No point in hiding it.
I've been through 6 relationships;
5 broken hearts;
3 "It's not your fault, it's mine."
(GOD isn't that a lie)

I... Pretend like I can't get into peoples heads.
I guess that's the best way to say it.
I want to be friends but you can't ask for that you know?
So I ask them out, see them happy, and then... Then I see a part of them that scares me (or worse yet I see a part of me I'm still scared of)
And sometimes I want to use it against people, manipulate them.

But I stop myself.

So when I say,
It's not you
It's me.

I ******* mean it.