Your lies are the very stitches holding my heart together from the last time it was decieved.

Sometimes, I wish I could read your mind. Then I wonder, if I could handle the truth if I did.

I'd rather start something of nothing, than ignore the could-be nothing, that is the very something that would end it all.

Its when I'm too used to the lies, even the most true of truths seem the most fake.

Hes sweet.
Hes nice.
Always nice.
Hes funny.
Always able to make me laugh.
Hes trustworthy.
I can always rely on him.
Hes everything a girl has ever dreamed of.
But what makes him different?
hes for r e a l .. <3

I dare you to love her
for everything she'll never be.

My heart is like a butterfly
so gullable and fragile.
trapped in your cage of make belief,
and left in a net of denial.

-- from my poem,
My Butterfly Heart

I'm not crazy for loving you.
I'm crazy for thinking you could actually love me back.

Its like driving in reverse with your eyes shut; you know you're efffed .
(:

I dare you to love her.
for being all she can be.
herself.