i've lived alone, i'll die alone
thats the way the world wants me.
i'm hard to love but so are you, 
we need a change of scenery.

while we maneuver the chairs
so we sit as close as possible,
the couple behind us laughs, 
then introduces themselves. Nancy and Tom.
They met, he tells us, at a show almost thirty years ago.
But I couldn't see past her. I could even say
whether Dylan was actually on stage that day.
And Nancy looks at me so tenderly, the way
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 i'm writing because i need to write.
because im frustrated and exhausted.
because i dont know what i need to do.
tell me what to do.
i get nothing.
i second guess.
my mind races.
and i still get nothing.

tell me what i need to do.

I wish I was your favorite girl.
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world.
I wish my smile was your favorite kind of smile.
I wish the way that I dress was your favorite kind of style.
I wish you couldn't figure me out, but you'd always want to know what I was about.
I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset.
I wish you'd never forget ( Read more... )

this time maybe i really will.

 im giving up.

 i only want you to think i'm wonderful.
like i think you are.

 say it's true.
or everything that matters breaks in two.

 
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 i love looking at old pictures with you
and sewing on buttons with you
and planning our wedding,
and when you call me from work just to tell me something you think i'd laugh at or appreciate.

i love it so much.