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Monday, November 29, 2010

Never be mine

The hardest thing

For me to realize

Is that I'm not the only one

No matter how special you are to me

Or how I think I am to you

There will always be others

And you'll never just be mine 

Monday, November 22, 2010

You're not talking to the world...

Well you're not talking to the world

You're talking to me

Even though I could easily be your world

I care how you feel

What you think

What you have to say

Because I care about you

And all that comes with





~Why doesn't he see it? 

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Dangling over an open fire

The one thing I promised you
Is the one thing I denied you
I left you dangling
Over an open fire
Hanging by a single rope
Without giving the one I love a second thought
And I'll never live it down
The fact that you needed me
And I wasn't there
Will continue to rip me apart
Forever and all eternity

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Souls are nonrefundable

Each time we're together

My soul is whole

And each time you leave me

You take more of it away

Always going with a bigger and bigger piece

Of what keeps me alive

Souls are nonrefundable

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Killing me...

And so I think maybe loving you was a mistake

A mistake that can't be undone

Because now I'm trapped

Trapped in this angst

This jealousy

This fear

This question

Of whether or not I EVER cross your mind

Of how much you love me

If you love me at all

You have this crazy way of mixing up all my emotions

Into a deadly concoction

That will end up killing me

Do you enjoy killing me?
 

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Done

I'm nobody's fool
Nobody's bitch
So you can go fuck yourself
And fall in a ditch
I'm through with your games
Done with being nice, too
But what is more
Is that I'm done with you

Monday, November 1, 2010

Always and forever burned: An interior monologue

I reached out my hand, reluctantly. I knew it was scorching hot, but I thought maybe this ONE time would be different. Maybe the stove wouldn't hurt me. THIS time would be perfect; it would feel nice. So with every second, my hand moved an inch closer. But when I touched it, it
 was hot. I didn't care: I would adjust. It would cool down. But I was forced to jerk my hand away because it DIDN'T cool down. Stoves were always going to be hot. I don't know why I thought it was going to be different this time.
              I'd always
                      Get
                            Burned.