i noticed that
all of the thing ive done
for you
have been out of
pure love.

i should probably
stop that,
its getting me
nowhere.

I will never "love" again
or get butterflies inside
after asking for a pen
or asking for a ride
flirting up a storm
and making my heart grow warm

I will never "love" again
or pretend I know what it means
to have someone "never leave" Then,
stifle my future dreams
drams of never being lonely
of "loving" you only

I will never "love" again
or listen when you say
"Babe, I am always here for you"
and then watch you walk away
with Her
she must have claws and fur

I will "never" love again
or so I seem to say
but somehow after "finishing" I begin
my search for someone who won't walk away
I fall in love "once more"
just like I told myself before

I will fall in love... I think
as I stare into your face
and forget to blink
I find myself longing for your embrace
I yearn for just one chance
for us to dance

I just fell in "love" with him
as I react from the fall
and see my sights are grim
I realize I am not in "love" at all
after he leaves me like all the rest
I clean up my tears and look my best

And start all over again.

You asked me why I was sorry.
I said

I'm sorry,
because of the way the sun shines in your eyes when you're driving in the morning.
I'm sorry,
because of that one time I tripped on the museum steps and skinned my knee.
I'm sorry,
because I just am.

You asked me why I hate myself.
I said

I hate myself,
because of the way my eyelashes fall out so quickly.
I hate myself,
because of that one time I said that stupid thing.
All of those times I said those stupid things.
All of those times I did those stupid things.
I hate myself,
because I just do.

You asked me why I loved you.
I said

I love you,
because of the way your smell always helps me get to sleep.
I love you,
because of the way the ridges in your fingerprints feel against my cheek.
I love you,
because I just do.

Let me get what I want.
Just this once,
Let me have my day.
I have waited for so very long,
And now I sit idly in my desperation.
Waiting for magic to happen.
Waiting for a **** falling star to strike me.
Waiting for inspiration.
I don't even know what I am doing anymore.
I am lost, and confused.
I do what I do because it has been the same miserable routine that I have followed like clockwork.
I am breaking.
All my sympathy has melted
Only to replaced with frigid apathy and disdain.
So where is the fairness?
Where is the love in this fairy tale?
Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want.
Just this once.

Vines creep
where memories once lived
Flowers bloom
where lips once locked
Sapling takes root
where a heart once beat
Soil smothers
where words once spilled
Grass tangles
where fingles once fumbled
Ivy chokes
where eyes once gazed

It seems to be the
End of the road

The pursuit of perfection has always confused me
Everyone striving to become more than themselves
And while this sounds very noble
It really boils down to
"Enough is never Enough"
Because in this endless race to become everything
We forget what it was like when we were something
So we trudge forward ignorant of our passing joys
Only aware of our seemingly constant suffering
And suddenly, without warning
We find ourselves lacking in what matters most
Too often we find ourselves hating, loathing, depressed
Because we realized we failed to achieve what we sought
When really all we ever needed
Was to look inside ourselves
And discover that it is not our weaknesses that made us imperfect
But that our broken bits and flaws
Made us into something
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