Friday, February 23, 2007

i wish i could hate you half as much as i hate her.

your perfect girl is no where near perfect.

whats the excitement in sixteen candles?
unless it starts and ends in a quotation and has "a little less" before it and "a little more "touch me" " after it.

im only rambling pointlessly because ive lost the point to ramble with one.

"the best part of believe is the lie."
you of all people must be the one whose lived up to that the most.
you breathe lies [in and out].
(see also: my ex best friend)

hurt doesnt even begin to describe how youve made me feel.

sleep is so close.
i can almost taste (you)(it) in my dreams.

except when i say you in the line above it doesnt mean you.
it means him or them the boy(s) who would and will never leave me broken hearted, hurt, or feeling alone.

(he)(they) (is)(are) the reason i can still smile everytime someone stabs me in the back or in the heart.
(he)(they) (is)(are) my escape.
my (inside) world.
my escape pod to (them)(him) (is)(are) my dreams.


yourprincessofbrokenhearts.