i like to imagine us stargazing late at night,
with pillows and blankets laid out on the grass.
holding hands,
singing songs,
everything would be perfect.

d.l.b.

i used to call you my best friend,
but now we aren't even friends.
i wanted you to stay in my life,
but i guess you didn't feel the same way.
i really did love you,
but you obviously didn't love me.

d.l.b.

you say that you hate her,
yet you still spend every moment with her.
it doesn't make much sense,
does it?

d.l.b.

oh but my love,
don't you see,
she's not right for you.

oh but my love,
don't you see,
i am.

d.l.b.

everywhere i go,
i see little reminders of you.
they follow me
and taunt me.
they want me to come back.
but i know i can't.

d.l.b.

why do you like her?
she's rude, very insulting.
why don't you like me?

d.l.b.

everyday he taunts me with those strong hands, waiting for another to hold close. everyday he taunts me with those chocolate brown eyes, waiting for a twinkling gaze to match his own. everyday he taunts me with that beautiful brown hair, waiting for small fingers to twirl and ruffle.*

d.l.b.