Annie, are you okay?
I know it’s hard to remember the people we used to be
Loving you could be a crime,
But don’t trust your feelings
Love can be deceiving
Only two of you had dinner, I found your receipt
Turn around bright eyes -
You treat me like a stranger and it feels so rough
And all of our bridges burnt down
Now all these fishes in the sea,
They’re staring at me
But I don’t even need your love
Then I wouldn’t feel the sting of the rain
So have your friends collect your records and then change your number
Because you’ve been hit by,
You’ve been struck by,
A smooth criminal
An old wooden door stands between them. It is hearty, thick, and solid - not the type of flimsy wood that wobbles in the wind. There is a heavy brass knob attached the the wood that is slightly rusted from passing time and a single, matching key hole. Of course, there is an equally rusted brass key that delicately fits into the hole in the door. The question is, where is it? Or better yet, who has it?
head stop pounding,
ears stop ringing,
palms stop sweating,
please, i’m just trying to breathe.
She paces back and forth across her room
Wearing the carpet thin
She doesn’t know the answers,
She is waiting for them to drop on her head
Knock her unconcious to a land
Of fantasy and dreams
To escape the dreadful world she is stuck pacing in.
Maybe if she wears the carpet so thin,
She’ll fall right through?
What’s a want? What’s a need? Why do I feel like I’m stuck in the space between?
Do I want this? Yes? No? Maybe so?
Do I need this? Yes? No? Maybe so?
How can I determine the difference between the two? I don’t know what I want, I don’t know what I need. Does this mean I’m worthless, useless, don’t know anything?
Let’s take a chance, roll the dice, spin the wheel, until I’m so confused I barf.
This gives me butterflies every damn time. I can’t help but wonder if it’s me. Half of me thinks it is. The other half believes otherwise.
Maybe I’ll come across some courage in the next four and a half hours.
Or maybe you could give me one more hint. Tell me something only I would know. Because I’m dying to say
Yes, I do.
She told him that she loved him,
But said not to say a word back
She bit her lip and tightened her clenched hands
To tame her wild heart
Pounding away at it’s jail cell
Day by day
It had to stay locked up, at least for now.
I wish I never knew you. I wish I’d never met you. I most certainly wish that I’d never loved you, and most of all, I wish that I could forget you.
Be careful what you wish for, you never know what you’ll end up with.
Even though I’d love to forget how much I hate you, it would be a pity to loose all those life changing memories you gave me. First of all, I would have never learnt how immature and dishonest the opposite sex is. If I forgot you, I would still be stuck in some fantasy land where boys are honest. And secondly, if we’d never met, I wouldn’t have discovered my pure hatred for that stupid old pick up truck. You know the one. Sitting in the driveway as we speak.
I just wanted to thank you so much for the life lessons you’ve taught me. I love learning from bad experiences - it’s tremendous. And to show you how thankful I truely am, I promise you that one day I’ll light that dumb truck on fire for you. Hopefully you’re in (whoops, I mean not in) the truck when it goes up in flames.
Moral of the story: as much as we’d love to be able to get rid of those painful memories darkening our mind, it would end up hurting us more than we realize. People learn from their mistakes and grow from their experiences - both good and bad.
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
Love’s a game of poker
And he’s the king of hearts.
He tells you he loves you,
But really he doesn’t.
You’re just one card in his deck,
He’s got fifty others to choose from
What makes you so special?
He’ll play with your heart
Until he gets bored,
And then you’ll get shuffled back into the deck
So he can play once more.
Calm down.
Deep breaths.
Reset your heart beat,
1, 2, skip a few..99, 100.
None of this matters.
Because life moves on,
Even if you don’t.
