the fight boils down to seeing her cry,
you cant really help it when they do.
their eyes, the tears and that broken voice (my, my)
you wipe their cheeks and cant help but wish you got hurt too.

the moment points out that you do not need angels, you do not need saving.
you need hard, painful, destructive love.
you are not worthy, you are nothing
compared to all the adoration she gives to you.

but no matter how much pushing,
no matter the hurtful words,
she will always be there
to lift you up
like you pushed her down a cliff
and she would tell you she is sorry
for standing so close to the edge.

tonight i kept on asking myself
why did i worry so much
why do i even care
it should not be like this
it should not be this hard
this is high school
this is love
and this is a game for fools

everything ends
when high school ends

i want to compare
i want to undo
i want to rewind
i want to stop
but
how do i compare
how do i undo
how do i rewind
how do i stop

when i am
deeply
madly
truly
crazily and
clumsily
falling in love with you

i bid these worries goodnight
it should not hurt if you say goodbye,
because of all the pain i have been through,
they should not be different from you

everything ends
when high school ends.

we could be anywhere,
i'd learn to drive by next month
i would bring you to places
we have never been in

we could be anyone
i'd be yours if you want me to
i would show you the sides
we have never seen

we could be anything
i'd be a slave as i already am
i would let you hear the music
we have never heard

we get little moments together.
though we have never had a time where it's just me and you,
i always think about the tiny sparks and colossal impact;
and wonder if you write about them too.

i went home with your scent
don't ask me what my words meant
i want to say it, but i cant
three words, softly written

is this the right moment?
tell me what you are waiting for
you have fixed all my dents*
you've proven, now i want more.

there is something so frustrating about not writing after feeling.

youre wrong when you said no one wants you.
i do. i told you i just cant love nice and pretty things. i always crave for sadness and loneliness. i crave for pain and loss; for gems, not gold. for hell, not angels.