No matter how you spell it.
No matter how you say it.
It's still the same,
and it's love

Just stop
Stop trying to help.
Stop trying to be nice,
stop trying to get me to believe your fair.
that you'll always be there.
Just stop.. please.

Me;Do u like me?
Him;No do u like me?
me;*on the brink of tears*
him;Y would u ask a question like tht? I dont like u I LOVE u. I just dont know what the hell to do srry. I'm pathtic
me;*still on the brink of tears* Its okay.

(real convo.)

I've officaly given up.
So stop trying to make it right.
Just leave.

So I will cry,
Not just for the dead.
Also for those who,
were left to say
good-bye

Okay, im either not here or to broken to notice the phone was ringing. Call back later or leave a message doesnt matter to me.
*BEEP*

Okay, so if you only think HALF my heart is broken, then the other half has been frost bittin and is now dead.

Her; i need a hug.
Him; Now i gotta get over there.!
Her; really?
Him; I'll be there in a little bit.

Yea Im broken.
So what, its not like anyone cares enough to fix me.

Yea Im mad.
So what, its not like anyone cares enough to calm me down.

Yea Im crying.
So what, its not like anyone cares enough to hold me until I stop.

If I should smile,
then I am sorry,
for I have lied to you.

From my poem: If I should... Check it ouut?