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^lol.

 

Ok:

I just wrote this..about a very special person:

Everything I've never wanted

 

How come my heart's hurting when the scar is heart shaped?

And my blood stopped flowing as if its been raped.

How come the magic cuts like a sword in my soul?

And erases every story my heart's ever told.

How come my dreams always end up the same?

Poisoning pretenders, the greatest cause of my pain.

Your hands are inviting me to hold on

While they slowly rip out my heart

Crying out loud, you're stealing my love

And you'll leave me here with nothing at all

But before I even get a chance to fake

My heart slips back into its place

You made it warm and you made it work

Blood starts flowing, my heart's been cured

I smile and watch you smile back at me

You stole my love and made it seem funny

You somehow taught me to fall right down

And get back up without a frown

You taught me how to live this life

From highs and lows to lows and highs

So I guess, I now have the right to say

You're everything I’ve never wanted but I truly love you anyway.

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^Thanks dude :D

 

All I can

 

Everything is different and

There’s no place here called home

Nowhere we can run to

When we fail and we’re all alone

 

But we’re not alone at all we

Are just to scared to walk

Away from what is safe and

Wander off into the dark

 

*So we laugh about it

And we mess up again

And I pretend like I don’t care

Cause all I really can

is pretend

 

I’m 1000 miles from where I should be

And I try not to put myself last place

And people freak cause I’ve lost direction

But I’m only driving in my head, anyway

 

If I continue doing what I do now

Well I’m not sure where I’ll end up

I only live and breathe inside my mind

And I have no clue how to make it stop

 

*

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He thinks his guitar is the best three-hundred dollars he’s ever spent. He likes the feel of the strap on his shoulder, and the way he looks so much cooler when he’s holding it. He likes how playing makes him feel like a different person, and how lately it’s been a person he likes being.

 

He thinks the California sun shines so strongly just for him. He likes to sweat just walking out for the mail. He likes the light rays—visible, UV, Infrared, radio, micro, gamma. It doesn’t matter; he likes them all. He likes they way they stimulate his melanin-producing cells and make his skin darker. The way they heat his freshly thawed heart and keep it from congealing again.

 

He thinks “Hey Jealousy” by the Gin Blossoms is the best song every written. Catchy, poppy, but so full of meaning. He likes that it’s realistic. “The past is gone,” the song admits. He likes that it’s optimistic. “The past is gone, but”—but, that hopeful word—“but, something might be found to take it’s place.”

 

He thinks he’s found the replacement for his past. Well not just that, but that and so much more. He thinks the beautiful face he wakes up to ever morning is a perfect representation of the heart of the one it belongs to. He likes having someone to hold, someone to hold him. He thinks it took him so long to see it because, unaccustomed to happiness, he didn’t realize that happiness was what this person made him feel.

 

He doesn’t think he could ever live again the way he used to. His guitar, the sun, “Hey Jealousy,”—they never did to him what they do now until the day they met. He thinks he only made it so far alone because somehow, on some level, he knew what was waiting for him. He doesn’t think he could ever live again the way he used to, and he knows he’ll never have to.

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From the end to the beginning

 

Its awkward talking to you now

We fell from heaven into hell

Its awkward looking at you now

Knowing its confusing you as well

 

Silence rules our minds and emptiness

Is taking over me tonight

I wish I could cry to get it all out

But this was a secret so I’ll have to hide

 

*The walls are talking to me

The ground is cutting in my feet

From the end to the beginning

The sky is covering my fall

You wont notice this at all

My wall

 

I hear the words you told me

My hears have got them on repeat

I see the tales you showed me

My eyes play them every time we meet

 

You are stuck inside my mind

I even tried kicking you out

But its your goal to make me smile

So you stay and stand your ground

 

*

 

You came over and said hello

I smiled and said Hi to you too

From the end to the beginning

I’m going back to the day I met you

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Excerpt from a story I'm working on:

 

When I look back on when I was a kid, I wonder how it was that I could ever be so stupid. How could I be so afraid but at the same time so hopeful? As my life dipped and looped and I thought I'd die if it went on another instant, how could I ever have thought that it would stop? No one's going to stop the ride for you, so you either have to hold on tight, or find a way to get off. My hands are burning from holding on for so long, so first chance I get, the very moment we zoom close to the ground, I'm jumping, even if I rip my skin and break my bones landing.

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Because of me

 

Told you things arent crazy Im crazy

You said we'd catch up later after therapy

But I missed your call I missed your call

Im back hiding behind my perfect wall

 

Its late at night and im supposed to be sleeping

but these nightmares, they keep me awake

What if I keep on failing, falling?

Is this gonna be another unfixable mistake?

 

I said I wouldnt let fear hold me back

But Im sitting here scared to death

And oh I said Id never let you hold me down

But Im sitting here letting you waste all of my power.

 

"You seemed sad today I hope youre ok"

Thanks for noticing love thanks for seeing my pain

Now walk away love its not like youre any use

You're the biggest cause of this thing called a bruise

 

I hear you talking its lies and more lies

You keep on talking like Im blind

I see your games but you dont see

Im trying just as hard to be like me

 

Id love to push you away kick you around

Hurt you for all the times ive been down

But youre not the cause like id love to believe

I ended up this way because of me

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