its funny how i find more comfort
in a cold metal blade than you
a pulse can't be trusted
cold steel can't twist my words
unlike everything else
its the one thing i can control

He is handsome , I feel he is caviar I am just a can of sardines, I’m the taxi he is a smooth limousine ,He is wonderful,why do I feel weak , He is a rose I am a sunflower I’m okay but he will always look better.and now I question does he even love me?

Lust , love either one leaves me to dust..after everything they have done it’s hard to trust. Hard to believe when they say I love you it’s not another broken promise.

Willow.
always makes me laugh.
We talk all night till we crash.
Her eyes are brown,sweet as chocolate.
Her laugh makes me smile.
Her warmth makes me wanna stay for a while.
Were just friends thats okay I still love her a little bit more anyway.