frankie18

this was written for me. some parts so completly true. some just a perception. but beautiful for what it is.

there are things much harsher than the brightest of flourescent lights
its the sort of thing that makes you wonder
when to push foreward
and when to let go.
a relationship concealling two very different people
this we knew,
one heart fueled by emotion
one heart driven by logic, thought.
lacking any form of self-control
you act so juvinielle,
arguing pointlessly
and you dont even know why.
you get hurt and hold it against her
refusing to compramise.
i didnt mean to fall in love
is a damn pathetic battle cry.
nieve
youve got nothing to gain by your late night tantrums
and early morning cries.
just deny, deny, deny
its a simple way of living
when everything else is a lie.
i wonder why it took so long in the first place.
she closed her eyes, clentched fists
and your through.
with more bad habits than assets
you were prepared for the impact,
didnt need to close your eyes.
guess its time to go get another tattoo
tally up the score.
she broke your heart four times
well congratulations
you got her back real good champ,
you shattered it this time around.
i only hope you have the decency to stop wanting her now.
you dont really want to know what im thinking.
you dont really want to know what im thinking.
now you can only speak to her in answering machines
and over the phone her voice sounds different,
a little further away
a little distant.
this loss of affection
is a kick in the teeth.
criminal, your blue blood still beats red
though severly not well
its a solid piece of evidence that your not dead.
walk away with teeth full of blood
i thought you knew better than to hate the one you love.
if you love someone youll let them go
well i always chose to believe that if you love someone youll hold on.
so you read her diary from front to back
and now the spine is cracked from where you bended it.
the page is wet from where your tears fell
and theres missing text
words ripped in half.
rough hearts.
rough souls.
rough around the edges.
bland page,
show me what it means
to be free.