detached.

miss one dose and realize those feelings aren't comatose.

objects in mirror are closer than they appear.

"i slipped, tripped, busted my lip and fell in love."

the other night, i was thinking about that night,

you remember which one i mean right?

when something happened and your pride didn't get in the way. 

still inside, but not the way i want you to be.

you're my cancer, and i'm searching for a cure.

even if it kills me. 

my eyes lost the battle today.

flooded; walls weren't strong enough.

but my minds drifting to some[where/one] else.

each kiss better than the last.

left wanting more in the worst way.

answer me in whispers.

make me lose my mind in the good way.

maybe two wrongs do make a right.

one of those nights...

when the stars don't shine so bright.

my life's missing something,

and you could be it, my shining star.

"i'm miles from where you are,

i lay down on the cold ground.

and i pray that something picks me up,

and sets me down in your warm arms."

forgive me.

my minds been occupied too much lately to keep up with you.

that is why you can't rock my world.

someday you'll see,

what never will be.

you and i, 

but never we. 

sick and fucking tired.

dating's a complete joke.

do you know the pain of being the other girl and not the girl?

i do, which is why i'm happy doing my own thing, not worrying about some retarded dude.

so get fucked and don't even bother trying.

what do you get the girl who has everything?

more.

nothing is ever enough.

and i've learned to live with that. 

take a permanent vacation.

wanna know a secret?

i. could. care. less. [careless]

this means nothing to me, and so do you. 

time filler. 

until my new life.

and the countdown begins. 

stab city.

so last night when i was at starbucks with my friend a crazy fight went down outside and he went all newscaster and got it on film. straight up face stabbing. haha i love it. 

"and then there's another kind of love; the cruelest kind.."

unrequited love.

those three words were stamped return to sender.

not that i thought you would love me back.

just wished.

the one boy i'll never have but always want.

****** *********

don't say i didn't warn you. 

self advice.

never date a guy who pinky swear promises he doesn't act as young as he is.

because chances are he does, and will. 

maturity is not synonymous with eighteen.

you know, i never did like kids.

now i see what everyone meant when they asked what the fuck i was thinking.

i plead temporary insanity.

there was never any room for me anyway, his ego took up most the space.

let's just say, my cradle robbing days are over for good.

thank you for proving MY theory right, whoever i'm talking about. :]