decorate the curtains
hung above your head
shade over the shades
you're miserable
that's life

cry me a river
i'm afraid to swim in
the currents are current
and pop culture's a fade in
into a movie you never thought you'd like

simplicity's a guilty pleasure
and so is the truth
woven with extremities
and kisses and flight

tell me you love me
say it ain't so
we spoke of this album so long ago
probably don't remember

but you'd still feel at home

She's the ink that forces my pen to bleed words

there are many things i can stop.

i can stop myself from jumping into the road with cars coming to and fro.

i can stop myself from dancing to my favourite song,
out of fear of being ridiculed.

i can stop the clock,
and turn back the hands of time,
hoping to actually go back into time.

i can stop myself from eating for days,
out of fear of getting fat.

i can force myself to study a four page speech in two days
and read off a Shakespeare novel
for an exam the following day.

i can fight through menstrual pain,
but one thing i cannot do,
is stop myself from
falling in love
with
you.

h.s.

Everyone always wants to live in the fast lane.
And they all tell me I should do the same.
But why should I?

I don't want to run by people who could enrich my life
I don't want to go a hundred miles a minute.

I want to enjoy life.
Stop and smell the flowers,
Not see them and say "oh how pretty"

I want to love hard,
Not much.

I want to feel the soft embrace of a dedicated lover
Not just of everyone who throws an offer my way.

If I'm being completely honest
As long as I reach the air and finally feel my colors change
I'm okay with whatever happens around me

And maybe when I jump in a car with some pals and scream with them "ROAD TRIP"
I'm okay with running a hundred miles a minute.

But someone, once I'm in that left lane,
Please remind me to stop and breathe.
Remind me that life isn't just the wind blowing in my hair or the music turned up loud

Life itself is hidden in the dull moments.

And don't just remind me that life is worth living through those dull moments
Remind me to cherish how slow things can go.
How beautiful people get when they show you their souls
And only in dull moments and awkward silences can you see that in them

Only in loneliness can you find out who you are when you stand alone

Always remind me of those things
Because when you start running like that you get addicted to the adrenalin

But if you slow down,
If you see how people are made of comets and stardust
Maybe you can see that you yourself are, too.

If you live your life in the left lane,
How can you take the proper exit?
The exits that hold the best times are off to the right.

Don't tell me to live in the fast lane.
I don't want to brush past people
I don't want to be inside this shell that keeps me from slowing down

Thanks for your offer, but I think I'm well off
I have flowers to smell and people to meet

when you get depression your mind goes in a whirl
you roll up in a ball and in a corner curl
everything is black the lights have all gone out
happiness has gone left your mind in doubt.

you dont know what to do your left in despair
and you need somebody but nobody is there
but you still have will waiting there inside
to turn it all  around and get back your pride.

make you smile again like it used to be
to take it all away and be depression free

I'm just sad.
I'm just me.
And me is sad,
so deal with it.

You waltz around like
everything is okay.
But it's
Not.
Okay.

I don't want to pretend.
I love you.
For every mile that
it's worth.
I love you.

I make one comment.
Ten comments,
You say NO.
No, you don't get to say that.
You don't get to keep saying that,
and saying sorry.
Like
It's.
Okay.

Then NO.
You don't get to keep
breaking my heart
and coming back,
Like
It's.
Okay.

I'm trying to love you better,
and you're trying to be okay.
When we all know,
It's
Not.
Okay.

I'm trying to love you better.
And you.
you're trying to love her better.
The way you spent all those
years together.

Me.
I'm just me.
I'm ugly.
From the inside out.
I'm a beautiful disaster.
I'm a mess.
I'm a
"Can't hold it together"
Kind of girl.

And you laugh,
the way I cry,
So baby,
Let me go.
Let me let go.

Because I can't compare.
To someone who leaves you.
To someone who is not with you.
To someone who wants you,
but refuses to be with you.
I am not that.
I am not her.

And that is not good enough for you.
I will never be good enough for you.
Not because I'm not good enough.
But because,
I'm.
Not.
Her.

I like to walk the bridge*
Between Fantasy.....
And Reality

I find an elation
Wondering which side
Of the Mirror I am on

Reflections and intersections
Of Memories Appear as if
They are Near, and

Not just shadows
Shifting and drifting
To nothing, and out
Of this Darkness

Leaps the Spark of Creation


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