In love with every imperfection
enamored by the conversation
please, i've got a notebook filled with answers
to questions that would bring you to your knees

It's just a little smack
to let you know i love you

Im fine but half the time Im sick. Im alive but deadly sick of it. Id stay and dream all day but you can see its almost over. Im hurt but Im having a good time. Im strange, but only in my mind. Ill watch the ticking clock until it stops, then its over.

Stare so hard that you burn a hole right through my back. Isn't that what lover's do? Are you obsessed with me, like I'm obsessed with you? And if it's not love, then what are we, but two dumb kids that cannot breathe without each other?

I've never told a lie and that makes me a liar. I've never made a bet but we gamble with desire. I've never lit a match with intent to start a fire, but recently the flames are getting out of control.

Do you know how, when you are on the verge of a breakdown, the world pounds in your ears, a rush of blood, of consequence? Do you know how it feels when the truth cuts your tongue to ribbons and you still have to speak it?

I know you're sorry
I just don't know if that's good enough

It's a traffic jam when you're already late. It's a no smoking sign on your cigarette break. It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife. It's meeting the man of my dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife.

If things don't change, you're going to rot. Cause if you do what you've always done, you'll get what you've always got.

"The thing about dreaming about dead people is that you don't really know they're dead - your brain makes you forget that one key fact. And then you wake up and remember they're dead and you feel the loss all over again, every single time."