it's my mess and I love it: damn

my feet still freaking itches since F1. its a killer.

a poem

punch

I was thinking about yesterday
When I sucker-punched you
And you pretended to be hurt
And we were happy and certain
about ourselves.

It feels like that with you, sometimes
a playful punch to the stomach
You blow the wind right out of my sails
A painful experience, but
intimate and exhilarating all the same.

So today I'm silly.
Smiling away for miles and miles
While I'm making my morning tea
Eating lunch with the girls,
my boss buzzing around
my head. Napping against
my little heart pillow at 6 in the afternoon.

Sometimes, you love someone so much
It makes you want to puke at yourself.
It makes you selfish,
you want to hoard it.
This love, keep it inside a box,
a bottle.
Something strong, not a glass one.
One made of steel, maybe.

Indestructible.

But you cannot forge a heart.
It's not a diamond you can stick
between your teeth and make sexy jokes about.

If you bite it, it will bleed.
If you drop it, it will break.

If you give it away, well,
you know the drill...

that song in my head

falling down - muse

I’m falling down
And fifteen thousand people scream
They were all begging for your dream

I’m falling down
Five thousand houses burning down
No-one is gonna save this town

Too late
I already found what I was looking for
You know it wasn’t here
No it wasn’t here

I was calling your name
But you would never hear me sing
You wouldn’t let me begin
So I’m crawling away
'Cause you broke my heart in two
No, I will not forget you

Too late
I already found what I was looking for
You know it wasn’t you
No, it wasn’t you

Falling away
You would never see me through
No, I could not forget you
Falling down
Five thousand house burning down
No-one is gonna save this town

Too late
I already found what I was looking for
You know it wasn’t you
No, it wasn’t you

Falling down
Now the world is upside down
I’m heading straight for the clouds

it's my mess and I love it

Monday, April 13, 2009

damn

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