thisisalladream

Why must people's breaking hearts pretend? Why must happy hearts break so hard, leave you staring in the mirror at a bar? Leave you talking to yourself, because you can't talk to anybody else.

if i could muster up the courage to let you know, i would...

i know i'm being silly, that my head isn't quite screwed on correctly while looking in the mirror under these harsh lights that distort the truth but i suppose that's subjective. at least in my eyes. i want you here, close by, in the same room not miles away. not locked up in that head of yours. instead of telling you this i keep my lips sealed tight and push you this way and that.

i should be spilling my guts so they slide down this button down shirt but i guess i'm too afraid to get these new shoes dirty. i'm making you leave when all i really want to do is tell you, please don't.

i can't.






i'm making it worse then what it sounds, it's mostly in my head. i just wish that one saturday night you'd keep that guitar case closed and put your arm around me instead.

ick. that just sounds pathetic which is most likely the reason i can't bear to let those words leave these lips...