He's got the (( N E R V E )) to admit he loves you ;;
so [[ W H Y ]] can't you say it back?

-Carissa-

I'm trying to make you believe me when I say:
I'm fine; and
Yeah, sure, we can still be friends.
I'm trying so hard
because I want to believe me, too.

&& It's getting to the point where:
It kills me to be with you;;
and it kills me to be away from you.
I just [havetodecide] WHICH HURTS MORE.

I'm coming up on sober now;
but I'm still drunk enough to
drive to your house
and throw rocks at your window.

(from my poem "I Wrote This Song For You")

&and there you go;;
getting the best of me ||again||

I hurt a little when you're around;
hurt a little when you're away.
||Now I have to make up my mind||
which breaks my heart more?

&& he sings songs to me about my eyes;;
You used to say I was a beautiful
||waste of time||

{from my poem "Good Boy"}

Sometimes,
||words||
[[hurt]]
((worse))
{{than}}
_HANDS_

&and I already know that, someday,
every icon every teenage girl has
will be written (a b o u t u s)

&& this song can rip me to shreds,
tear a whole in me the size of a watermelon,
break me down into a pile of dust
because I KNOW when you hear this song,
you don't even think of me.