I think this time, I’m going to let myself fall…

I promised myself I was only going to check you for a minute, two at the very most. Now I’ve been on for an hour and a half, I am never going to wake up tomorrow!!!!! grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Somehow, you have turned the fortress around my heart into a house made of straw, blew it down and waltzed right in, to a Frank Sinatra song.

Being serenaded is the best thing ever. When the guy you like sings to you, while strumming his guitar, and the words roll off his tongue. Knowing you are on his mind, and whatever song he is singing to you is exactly how he feels about you at that very moment. It’s very intimate. All you can do is sit there and listen, close your eyes and smile.

theres no other choice but to go inside and rebuild whats broken…theres no other choice

i must arm myself to fight you, by making weapons out of my imperfections. its all i have left

You pop up out of no where, at the most random times. Making me feel ways, or want things, I’ve forced myself to forget because when it’s within reach it always gets ripped from my fingertips. I’ve commanded myself to be apathetic and everyone else pays for the lets downs that were caused by you. Then when I finally do let my walls down, it’s to the very person who made me put them up in the first place. I don’t understand why I do this to myself, because I know that people don’t change; but I desperately hope you have, and I want to believe that what you say now is true. Not saying it wasn’t true before, but now the things that you speak of will be acted upon, instead of just vocalized then forgotten. I haven’t forgotten though, so I just feel let down, and like a fool. Let’s see what happens this time, because I can’t say no to you. So be careful what you ask of me, it just might break my heart.

If you only knew what your words meant to me. Of course you don’t, you were never known to see whats right in front of you.

Does it feel good, watching me live my life through your spies, your countless sets of eyes? Do you feel like you’re there? Well no, that’s just the air. Is it torture to see me smile, knowing it’s someone else’s? You did this, caused this torture for yourself, so hate yourself, the blame belongs to no one else.