Thursday, November 26, 2009


You’re what kept me alive. The thought of you.
The way your eyes look into mine. Your smile. The touch of your skin.
Your lips.
Whether I die tomorrow or fifty years from now, my destiny is the same:
it’s you.
I want to be with you

I love you forever. Forever is over.

There's something about the look in your eyes,
something I noticed when the light was just right.
It reminded me twice that I was alive,
and it reminded me that you're so worth the fight

I don’t hate him. I loved him until I figured out it hurts a lot less to just not care

I stopped throwing coins into the fountain a long time ago.
I don't cross my fingers anymore or make a wish when
I blow out my birthday candles. I guess it's because the
normal side of me finally realized that no matter what
dumb things I do, the things I wish for won't happen

You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place.
And I don't know what to do, cause I'll never be with you

I'm fighting to get you out of my head
but I'm holding on to every word that you ever said

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