Sympathy SightWhy... Just why...More Like This
I hate feeling. What I meant to say was that I hate sleeping. But that's true as well. True enough... True to the core.
How do I reach you when I can't talk to you...? How do I talk to you when I can't reach you? How do I tell you the one thing I'm dying to say to you, when I choke every time I try? The one thing... I've been dying to say for many years now...?
They say that time heals all wounds... Why didn't it heal this? Why not this one? That's what I really want to say, isn't it? Time heals all wounds, but... Some wounds leave scars. They never heal.
The one I thought believed someone else over me... Between Benedict and Judas, there is no viable choice. And then I realize; I notice... They are no longer relative. Does that mean you believe me now? Does it mean you're trying to move on too? How is it you're succeeding so effortlessly, while I'm still here trying to cope?
You got rid of The Judas; The heartless
Letters to all the people I have kissedi. RobMore Like This
I expected a knight in shining armour but you were
just a boy, just a boy.
you flirted and you teased and you kissed me
at midnight on new year’s eve and set the tone
for that whole god-forsaken year.
I could taste lies on your tongue and doubt in your fingers;
you said you were a taurus but you were gemini all over.
friends shouldn’t kiss in the kitchen and
friends shouldn’t drink gin together and
friends shouldn’t cry, drunk on misery, and
friends shouldn’t break another friend’s heart and
I’m still sorry.
I expected just a boy but you were
a knight in shining armour, silver to the pretty
ivory teeth, who was looking for a damsel and found
only don quixote, tilting at windmills and refusing
to be saved.
we were drunk and you were more beautiful
under the harsh car park lights than I had noticed before
and you were mid-sentence and I was mid-hiccup and
we still laugh about it now.