M

Know what?
He's right...
We just don't fit
And this time I'm pretty confident about it.

He caused some of my insecurities,
He pulled me down because of his jealousy,
He even made me lose my sisters.

But you know what,
I'm going to get them back...
And more.

I should have seen the first time,
We can be friends
And nothing more.




I cry once more, gotta finish what I started
And as I close the book on this chapter, one last tear falls
My thoughts are lost in the mist of hope that I once had
But hope is not gone
It's just filled with a new, one of a different kind
A hope that I wont cry for a while and a hope that I'll smile again
I still know it's alright when the tears come though
For one special person told me...
There is beauty in bleeding mascara.



and I know he's right

L

My heart is made of paper
Tissue paper that is flimsy and pink
I once put it in a bag
Then I gave it to you with a card
"I want you to have this forever."
Thats what the card said
You opened the bag
Began to look for the treasure inside
There was only pink paper
You looked upset
You didnt realize that you had my everything in your hand
And you were crumpling it up in your fist


My heart isn't some paper doll than you can dress up with your loving words


After you left the room
I picked up the paper
Smoothed it out
And as I said "I love you."
I tore a piece of the pink tissue paper
And I placed it in your jacket pocket
Then I walked out the door for the last time
I was so stupid
Because now I have my paper heart
But a piece is missing
You have it with you always
I can't bring myself to ask for it back
Because even if you handed it to me
I wouldn't take it







I don't want the world to see me
Cuz I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's meant to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.

K

I'm not happy again...
And everyone around me can see it.
My friends say he's not enough...
And I'm nodding my head, yes.
They say he doesn't appreciate me...
And all I can do is agree.
I can't see my Romeo anymore...
And all I do is compair him to the last.
When I said I was alright I didn't mean it...
And he should have known that.
Instead the lights backed down the driveway...
And he left me in the dark.
If it had been Bun, he would have waited...
And not driven away till I was safely inside.
But now I'm here in this hell hole of a house...
And I'm crying because I'm angry
I'm so angry at the world, at him, at my life...
And I don't know why.

J

Heres one from Felix... Only one of you who read this will know what that means... And I hope that one person smiles. (P.S. It's an oldie and some parts aren't the greatest.. but I was young! hehe)



Can I smudge out these imperfections with a moonlit cello solo?
Will my tears slowly vanish as I play your favorite song?
Would you watch as I crumbled, sweeping the bow across the strings?
Do you laugh as it breaks, just like my heart thats now in two?
What happens if you turn and leave, will I ever see you again?
Though my heart is beyond repair, would I still pick up the pieces?
And even find them all?
Do I gain the courage to take back the love I know I lacked?
Can I sadly mend my broken cello and let another note sound?


~questions from a torn musician.. or singer.. same thing...

I

Owie owie owie
You know that place?
The one we went to together a couple times,
An eleven hour drive,
Of sleeping side by side and watching silly musicals.
Remember that place where I used to smile?
Well I went there.

Alone*

Without you taking up all the space in the back seat
Without your snores keeping me up
Without your hugs to keep me warm when the AC was on
Without your comforting backrubs when my stomach hurt
Without your amazing smile when I learned how to play cards
Without our late night talks on the uncomfortable fouton
Without your strong hand in mine
Without your encouraging comments when I was afraid of a slide
And then you picking me up in the wave pool... and kissing me...

Yeah,
I went there.
Thought you should know.

H

So, number two decided to explain our situation as...


*It's hard to argue when
You wont stop making sense
But my tongue still misbehaves
And it keeps digging my own grave


With my hands open
With my eyes open
I just keep hoping
That your heart opens*




My heart is open
He's just digging the wrong way
And It doesn't help that someone
A nameless someone

But we all know who...

Still has my whole heart in their hands
Okay,
So not the whole thing,
But a hugeass part of it.


GIVE IT BACK

G

Am I not even worth friendship anymore...
Just hello's and goodbye's that mean nothing at all.
When you said,
"best friends"
You ment throw away for good...
Forever and back again.


I was worth that much hey?
a hug
a kiss
a fuck
then toss.


All of me thought you were more than that
And sadly... all of me still does.
I hate you!!!!



no I don't.