galengargirl90

One day… I imagine the boy who broke my heart writing about me. "She spoke to me in French Japanese and Spanish. She always told me how great of a person I was, how proud she was of the progress in my goals. She always told me how she felt, I once asked her how she was "so sexy but so non-sexual" She enticed me, never gave me her virginity, but she gave me her heart… she gave me her trust and love. And I showed her I didn't deserve it. …. She ran from me, and she told me why and..she ran.' But he never will, his emotions will never manifest into coherent thoughts and he will never address his mommy and daddy

"Well, I'm sorry." "Okay." Well, I don't believe you, that was a lie A Freudian slip of the tongue. Just like when you said you loved me, Or that you cared for me or that time....Freudian slips. i'd take them from your voice anytime but...Memories of you, I want to drown them all. I collected your lies like honey collects in a hive, And all of my Freudian slips of truth went right through you.

I want to shred my skin away   want chop my hair off    want to change my major      want to move to another city        want to forget what it's like to have any semblance of feeling because its all tender to touch, all a third layer of burned up, cheese grated skin; It all hurts to much like Not being able to write effectively   like not going a second without shedding tears     like the feeling you want to forget       like a cracked egg on a Houston, Texas sidewalk in the middle of Jul

But truly, Where is my heart? I don't know but I can't "I can't" "You can't what?" I can't give it up. "I can't do this." "You're not." I can't give it up for anothers touch. "You gave it up." "I always do." And I never do. But I can't say that I just can't give it up for someone elses touch, I care to much and you to little.

"Just tell me nothing is wrong with me for loving him, for being stupid, please tell me nothing is wrong with me. I need to hear it. I feel bad for his girlfriend, I feel like a homewrecker, unsucessful at wrecking home but a homewrecker non-the-least." "I honestly feel like you did nothing wrong, What did you do? Talk to a boy you wanted to talk to? Be held by a boy who you yearned to hold you? Love the boy you had no control over loving? No nothings wrong with you. And you keep saying he never cared for you well here is the time to cry baby, because, I think he did, I think he does. You can't take that this went down the drain because you

one nights sleep and you invade my dreams and i don't stop you from touching me and i don't stop you from kissing me and I wake up and remember my dream I still feel your touch on me and i want to set myself on fire.

Sometimes the rain feels like acid Each drop just eating me away Turning me into dust That's fine though I had no desire to stay You see, The wind sounds ominous here And the sky's so very unfamiliar. With the stench of death Just around the corner, I await my end.

This passion speaks volumes I'm once more a liability to love ONCE MORE SUBJECTED Left to face the tsunami of chance Hoping that fate finally gets it right This time around The act that so desperately needs To get itself together I've grown tired Of picking up the same pieces Of my tired, tired heart The remnants of those ungrateful This endless scheme The grain I went against headfirst It's time to go Seal the past away with a kiss The future is forthcoming Imminent Destined Guaranteed in the cradle of your arms For those lips too don't lie They have no reason to When it feels so turbulent So painstakingly real

Confession: i daydream about you daydreaming about me. Confession: he's really not that special, you know. Confession: i just gagged. his arms line her shoulderblade, leading her on, down the halls... and fuck! they fit so perfectly together; they're one-of-a-kind, and me? who am i, i ask? who am i, when i'd rather be waist-to-waist with anonymity? who am i, when you replace 'suffrage' with 'suffer'? wait, don't answer that. i know i'm just one line in a song you'll never listen to because i'm not the right genre--- there aren't enough innuendos and my bassline fucking sucks; i'm in the key of 'g minor' and you prefer '