weekends.
...written on 2005-12-17, @ 5:12 p.m.

Another needle falls from perfect lips..

I always assumed
Weekends were for spending
With the one you loved.
But I suppose i assumed wrong
And now
I can only mope around every weekend
Because I am stupid like that
And can't be straight up
Because I dont want to bring you down
And I'm happier when I know you're having a good time...

Embedding deep within the heart

I want to spend more time with you
Time is running out.
And you're blind, sometimes
I think..
You don't see things, and you say you don't,
But you justify things as well...
In my opinion...

Cringe at the touch of icy fingertips

Look past the facade
And see I'm trying to be better
Trying not to smother you...
It must be a girl thing, or somethin...

Recognizing the shallow art

so..

basically...

i want to play my guitar
but it's dead
so drascus needs to fix it for me


and...
basically..
i want my boy to come home
and come over
and love me


and..
i want him to see through her.

and..
i want more attention from him...


and..
i want him to make more of an effort to see me...

and..
i feel like i'm always the one making an effort to see him...


so there.


building up the pain

leave |me| alone

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