Somehow

I dont think "I told you so," can even begin to cover it.



"I don't need words to feel those lips."

Why don't the understand

The more they shove it down our throats, the more we want to throw up.
I can change myself, the second you stop trusting me, makes me want to rebel worse than ever.
Put words in my mouth? I'll be sure to spit back remarks that overpower anything you could make up.


"I'm tired of people lying, saying what they want about me."

Karma's a bigger bitch than I could ever be

Well, the above statement is certainly true.
I walked away, I was called a bitch.
I bite my tongue until I was sure it would bleed,
she thought I spoke her name.
I try to be there for you,
I get shut out on the front step.
You tell me your problems,
when its convenient for you.
I'm moving away,
I'm moving away from all of you.
I toss and turn at night, because I can't let myself fall into the everlasting nightmare that when I wake up, everything will be the same.

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words they surely kill."

You're still here

No matter how many times I scrub my skin raw,
no matter how many times I tell myself its done,
no matter how much I believe that I truly am over it,
something drags me back.
Whether its in a song, book or movie.
You even get to me while I'm sleeping.
You peel back the covers of my conscious and tear them to shreds.
Being sure to discard all evidence, and yet,
that stills reminds me you were there, and I'll never be able to let that go.



" A different song for a different dance."

Promise I'll never change.

Why is it that certain ideas don't bother us all the time,
rather than simply when they are brought to the surface?
Such as when you find a tick crawling on your skin,
searching for a place to draw the blood out,
do we then become obsessed over the fact that it was their.
We then spend the night constantly thinking every tickle is a new tick.
Shouldn't of we as humans, been thinking the whole time
that every single tickle was a new tick, a new danger?
Then again, out of sight out of mind.
So why don't you get defensive all the time?
Out of sight, out of mind.






Promise I'll never always change.

A little preveiw

I plan on posting no less than two more post tonight.

We're all part of the same sick little games, and I need a getaway, getaway

"I could live with just these eight friends."
I now truly believe that it is possible to jinx ones self.
Roughly two months after posting that, those eight friends,
shattered, sending each person in a different direction.
Some regained composure and fell back into place,
others were not as fortunate.
Some were so cracked and disformed that they were unable to be replaced at all.
Others, like you and I, were left splintered,
able to fit together, but not the way it used to be.
The beautiful portrait, that once shown proudly,
is now simply a copy,
it can never be as good as the origional.


"Will we make our mark this time? Will we always say we tried?"