Tuesday, February 24, 2009

love letter.

i'm hopelessly in love.
and you couldn't care less.
i wish you'd love me back.
but you know i'm such a mess.

why do i always wait til your about to leave i wonder.
you know i'm not over you, so can i get back under?

please listen to me. 
there's so much i have to say.
for once, don't let your pride get in the way. 

god, i'd do anything to make you see.
when you hurt yourself, you're killing me. 

just fall in love, it's the best pain you'll ever feel. 

Thursday, February 19, 2009

you're a joke.

and i'm the one laughing now.
lying gets you nowhere dear.
except out of my life.
which is great for my sake! 
sure you can act, you played your part well.
but you're a dime a dozen baby.
there's a million others the same as you, if not better.
oh & you might want to get that ego in check.
although we both know what you're compensating for. 
just had to get all that out there, you know, on the off chance you read this. 
i can only hope!
:]

Monday, February 16, 2009

you're awful, i love you.

i don't think i'll ever get over you completely. 
it's been months and i haven't made much progress.
just when i think i've forgotten, your name comes up on my phone.
one word and you bring me back to the beginning. 
i can't deny, there's been other guys in between.
but there's a part of my heart always on reserve for you. 




Tuesday, February 10, 2009

here's hoping.

maybe i'll be able to actually sleep tonight.
finally. let. go. 

Saturday, February 7, 2009

my only hope

comes in pinks and greens.
choke on your words while i swallow them up.

Friday, February 6, 2009

y[our] song.

i'm coming apart at the seams,
pitching myself for leads in other people's dreams now,
buzz, buzz, buzz doc there's a hole where something was.
there's a hole where something was. 
fell out of bed, butterfly bandage but don't worry.
you'll never remember your head is far too blurry.
put him in the back of a squad car restrain that man,
he needs his head put through a catscan.
hey editor, i'm undeniable.
hey doctor i'm certifiable.
i'm a loose bolt of a complete machine.
what a match, i'm half doomed and you're semi-sweet.
so boycott love, detox just to retox.
and i'd promise you anything for another shot at life.
imperfect boys with their perfect lives.
nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

hope you come around [more often].

chill out.
make the north pole seem warm.

[lovetoyourfullpotential]