collections.

If words couldn't save you. Well, you'd be long gone.
If I just poured out my soul. My heart. It wouldn't mean a thing.
Because I don't make sense at all, right?
I am just another puzzling girl. One of many?
Yeah..right.

I was the one girl who tried, as they all seem to give in after a week.
You're words make little to no sense at all..
until you look beyond that. Look through it.
Look through you.
Which isn't as hard as some may think.
You're so simple now that I've figured you out.

In these ending days. In these months of happiness and anger, vicoiusly tearing apart my insides, from the seams and into the beatuifully handcrafted patchwork on the left knee. Just as I notice your smile is gone, I realize that so is mine. I realize you suck the life right out of me and drown it in a pool of darkness and sorrow.
I'm not that upset when it all comes down to it.
If I come off like I care, think again.
And when I say hello, I am merely trying to be kind.
As human nature isn't always.
I don't have to be kind anymore.

I'll pretend these eyes aren't so sad.
Because you can always laugh it off and tell me that I, am just an emotional wreck.
But who's fault is that?
Surely, not mine. But you don't have to know it's yours.
We can pretend, and shake it off.
And you can act like nothing awkward ever happened.
We can sit here, and look at one another, just wishing someone would say something.
Anyone but us.
Anyone but him.
Anyone but her.
I just hope you'll grow up one day to make someone happy.
Even if it can't be me. I can still know I helped to mould you.
The thrill of it all was flushed away when you became old, and boring.
When your walls came down, and the real you wasn't all too exciting.

I came here to collect what's mine and to give back what's yours.
So sorry this couldn't be dealt with in an easier way.
So sorry this goodbye was on such bad terms.

I would give a night's length to give a fuck

I don't need this new hip shit.
I don't want this fucking fashion statement written across my forehead.
Maybe all of this tension has been built up to burst.
And to exhale, oh, to exhale.

I don't need your fucking excuses, and you're avoiding me.
Be a man. Look at me when you're talking.
Right in my eyes. Right in these eyes.

I don't need this realization.
This passtime you think we can share.
We share nothing. Nothing but this air we breathe.
There's something but I don't even care.
And it's the words I wanted to say, that kept me away.

I think too much for someone to think I'm normal
24/7 I'm all about it, all around it.
I don't care, it's my life.
And I don't want it. I don't need it.
FAR! what?

Drive. Far, and we can love eachother forever.
um, when?

You think it's all a fantasy, and you're right. Nothing is real. This isn't love. This is sex. This isn't caring, this is wanting and doing what you can to get it. To get it.
oh you fucking wish.

So don't look.
ahhh I can't even describe my feelings through millions of words.
This isn't happening. This isn't happening.
Maybe this is mostly caused by the loud music in my head and all around.
Too much alcohol. Too much love. Too much love from consumption of alcohol.

I am far beyond done.
Stars, crumbling, crumbling.
Why are you fuckin...here.
Lie to this. and I'm so sick, sick with this.
The rising skies, and I can see it falling.
These flies, they call.
1249583495898 times a day.

How cruel my thoughts could be.
But how kind my words are.

Nothing.

Sometimes I just need to dissapear.
But if I did that, then maybe I'd seem scared.
Petrified.
I don't want to give the wrong impression, now do I?

We can climb up the walls.
Climp into the atmosphere.
We can go into outer space.
Hopefully not disintegrate.

Kiss me. kiss me. kiss me.

These are the symptoms of teenage heartbreak.
Highschool's outbreak, don't pity the man.
Love the man.
Pity the world for bringing it upon itself.
You have to fix it. Nuts and bolts won't do justice.
Luck is just a state of mind.

Reason with me. Tell me I'm not going crazy. That everything I want needs to be more than what I need to feel. To see. To breathe. And kissing the sky never felt so good, or tasted so sweet. But nothing can compare.
And it's all in the eyes of..what?
what am I saying?
I can't even tell you the truth.
I can't even let you know. Know what..
I'm all about.
It's not you, it's him. I can't help it. His smile is so nice.


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I really hope you make it out okay.