i hate everything you do,
* everything you say...

The thunder crashes outside my window,
bolts of lighting ever so close...

Its times like these that i really miss you
when i look out the window...

*//when I see you
our silence shows it all...

it's when you can't lie to yourself
that you realize || you love him...

Why are you still here?
your pictures still linger on my walls...

Inside of me,
There is an inner child...

As I glance back,
threw my pictures, poems, and songs...

Whenever i try to |think|
//your w o r d s become my t h o u g h t s...

When i held your hand,
I knew it was meant to be...

We were perfect
just like true loves are suppose to be...

Anger boiling up inside,
i needed to get away...