Introductions"Hi, I'm-"More Like This
"I know who you are."
"You're the guy who thinks he's invisible."
"I have a name-"
"It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important."
"All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too."
"You're the girl who is broken."
"I am not broken."
"You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all."
"I sleep well. Besides-"
"You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years."
"Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"
"You're the girl who wants something bigger, something stronger, just so the weakness in her body becomes something so much more."
"You don't understand weakness the way-"
"You're the girl whose heart broke when she was so young, and she fixed it back together with superglue, but cannot ignore the cracks."
"Superglue makes for a good companion, especially when-"
Pink Paper HeartsI miss you. I miss you not only because I haven't seen you, but because I know how long it will be before I see you again, and how even when I do see you, it will never really matter. Sometimes, I wish I could just say 'fuck you', and get on with my life, but I guess what I really want to say is 'I love you'. And even though every story is the same, I can't help but wonder, when will you make up your mind? Perhaps, the only thing worse than you not loving me at all is you pretending you're interested and leaving me to figure out that it's never going to happen.More Like This
It's just your stupid little game. You take my pink paper heart and write sugared love notes across the fabric with permanent marker pen, before ripping that same heart to shreds and leaving the pieces on the floor. No one's ever there to pick them up afterwards, and I'm left hopelessly willing the broken heartbeat to return and count time as it goes by. I don't think it ever occurred to you that, despite everythi