3/15/10
You say you
want to be friends.
Bullshit.
You want to feel better
about breaking my heart.
You're still just as
mean and hurtful,
judgmental and cruel.
The sweet, innocent girl
I fell for
turned into a
cold, hard
bitch.
And I never said a word;
but I stood up
for myself,
just not enough.
I let you lead me on,
and walk all over me.
You say I lied,
I hurt your fragile ego,
but, baby, you are a
liar.
You say you care,
but the only person you
will ever care for is
you.
Those "friends" you have
will leave you,
when they see you're all take,
no give,
all hate,
no love.
And I'll laugh when you break
because
3/11/10
The anger, it builds
in the pit of my stomach.
How am I expected to act?
You broke me
long before you
broke up with me.
Your words,
your actions,
you
crushed me;
you took me between your fingers
and squeezed,
crushing,
crushing,
slowly taking everything.
The sun sets around us, stealing back the warmth it was so generous with just a few hours earlier. You snuggle deep into my chest and I breathe in your scent. Every moment like this makes my life worthwhile. Your head starts to droop and I smile to myself. "She's so cute," I think. "And peaceful." Without waking you, I lay both of us down on the bed and pull the blankets up over us. You sigh a little bit, move your head, and settle back down into my arm. I turn my head to kiss your forehead. My last thought before I drift off to sleep is "You're lovely."
The way you talk to me
Makes me wish I was more
More important, prettier,
Smarter
More willing to be me
And stand up for myself
What is love?
I thought it was acceptance
Trust, caring, sharing
And being open
Wanting to be there
When things turn bad
And wanting to sacrifice
Once in a while
So everyone wins
You want a one-
Lane highway
Where youre the
only
one
On the road.
No solid lines to guide you
No dotted lines persuading you
To go left
To go right
To stay straight
To swerve
Just you
And your path
Straight
ahead
I want two lanes
Separated by a wall
Us and them
Theyre dangerous
Ive had
3/15/10
You say you
want to be friends.
Bullshit.
You want to feel better
about breaking my heart.
You're still just as
mean and hurtful,
judgmental and cruel.
The sweet, innocent girl
I fell for
turned into a
cold, hard
bitch.
And I never said a word;
but I stood up
for myself,
just not enough.
I let you lead me on,
and walk all over me.
You say I lied,
I hurt your fragile ego,
but, baby, you are a
liar.
You say you care,
but the only person you
will ever care for is
you.
Those "friends" you have
will leave you,
when they see you're all take,
no give,
all hate,
no love.
And I'll laugh when you break
because
3/11/10
The anger, it builds
in the pit of my stomach.
How am I expected to act?
You broke me
long before you
broke up with me.
Your words,
your actions,
you
crushed me;
you took me between your fingers
and squeezed,
crushing,
crushing,
slowly taking everything.
The sun sets around us, stealing back the warmth it was so generous with just a few hours earlier. You snuggle deep into my chest and I breathe in your scent. Every moment like this makes my life worthwhile. Your head starts to droop and I smile to myself. "She's so cute," I think. "And peaceful." Without waking you, I lay both of us down on the bed and pull the blankets up over us. You sigh a little bit, move your head, and settle back down into my arm. I turn my head to kiss your forehead. My last thought before I drift off to sleep is "You're lovely."
The way you talk to me
Makes me wish I was more
More important, prettier,
Smarter
More willing to be me
And stand up for myself
What is love?
I thought it was acceptance
Trust, caring, sharing
And being open
Wanting to be there
When things turn bad
And wanting to sacrifice
Once in a while
So everyone wins
You want a one-
Lane highway
Where youre the
only
one
On the road.
No solid lines to guide you
No dotted lines persuading you
To go left
To go right
To stay straight
To swerve
Just you
And your path
Straight
ahead
I want two lanes
Separated by a wall
Us and them
Theyre dangerous
Ive had
Some of the pictures on here are breathtaking. It's amazing how one little picture can capture so much emotion and mean so much to someone. It's also really cool how differently people interpret things. One person is taken aback by a gorgeous sunset, others are fascinated by a picture of a sad old nun. Just browsing on here last night with Hope was intriguing. Sure, we enjoyed some of the same things, but they meant different things to us. You can tell a lot about a person when you ask them what they see...