Sunday, January 16, 2011


I wish you were here with me. I wish I was there with you. But most of all, I wish I didn't have to wish for you.

Love is looking at him and knowing you can't be with him. You feel happy because he's happy with someone else.

I've learned you can never expect anything from anyone, no matter who it is. The second you expect something from someone, you're setting yourself up for heartbreak.

It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.

It's cold outside, even colder between you and me.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

And you'll see me waiting for you

Fuck the feelings. Fuck the touch. Fuck the memories. They hurt too much.

Cry for the times that you were almost mine, I cry for the memories I've left behind, I cry for the pain, the lost, the old and new... I cry for the times I thought I had you.

Maybe there isn't a Mr. Right, maybe there's a Mr. Good enough.

You need to have a little faith; not everyone you love is going to leave you

The person you end up needing the most is the one you swore you never wanted in the first place.

There is a big difference in what we long for, what we settle for, and what we are meant for.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Sick and tired...

I wish we'd never had those good times, never laughed together & eaten your toasted sandwiches together, I wish you'd never held me tight & whispered into my neck how much you loved me, then tried to show me how much by spreading your arms as far as theycould go. 'Cause now those times are so far away, & I miss them more & more each day, as you cut me off from you.

I tried to be someone else but nothing seemed to change I know now: This is who I really aminside. Finally found myself fighting for a chance. I know now: This is who I really am.

Baby, it's a shame, a shame that we go through the things that we go through when you're in love with me & I'm in love with you. I think that we should talk about our problems instead ofrunning away. Oh baby, it's a shame we couldn't work it out. Forgot what love was all about & the feelings we had from the start. My heart will always be with you, oh boy, it's over.

& I'll sleep in this shirt because its smell reminds me of a particular place, and the memories I made there, and of the person I met there and can't stop thinking about.

If people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop lovingthem. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.

She should've been a track star with the way she ran from everything & everyone. She ranbefore she could get close. She ran before she could get hurt. She ran before she could be run from. She ran from him. She ran from herself