everything i know about love, i stole from dawson's creek. so, respectively, i expect everything to end up okay at the end of the day. i figure, no matter what i say, you're here to stay. so i mix up my lines with ones that you might hate, and others that will tickle your spine. the thing i hate (love) the most, is that you know all about last ( Read more... )

going back to my old journal;

http://jetsetradio.livejournal.com

re-add me. xo.

a little out of my mind,
get out of this house.
just because we do it better.
always killing it teamed up.

i love you so much
that i said otherwise
instead.
i love you so much
that it hurts
my head.
i love you so much.

no sweat, just excuses.
she's a nervous wreck
and i'm useless.
spent all night
thinking of ways to make you feel better.

please prepare the patient, he's not ready for this. no, he's just not ready. coming back won't be easy. she left him, yes, she left him. actually, he left her. but not really.

still the king of ruining all good things.
still the king of leaving.
still the worst at comebacks.
i never even came back the first time,
how will i do it this time?

the yellow lines are only there to save us from hitting the pavement and spilling every secret this city's ever kept for us. gonna try and be like i used to, making a mess out of "i love you." dream me up something better than you and me, because i sure can't.

our days are numbered by nights on trampolines.

xo.

a lot of things can change after one day. putting myself back together now. for someone new.

forgot how my insides work. forgot how to make things work. i just forgot. things were never perfect but i miss how you said they were.

i don't mind when you speak. and when you say things like, "that's what it's really all about, god, guns, and money," because i agree with you to an extent. but this common ground we share has got me searching for a cure. your face reads "send help" but i can't stop what's been done. i just wish you'd look at me and tell me you loved me in the same ( Read more... )

something's different ( Read more... )

you're still
confusing as ever.
but i like you.

the keyhole has fucked me yet again. lost the key and i just can't see through. i don't think i'll ever get through to you. memory is a terrible curse. break away from the summer you spent with me, and the winter that helped you get over it. all of these words and pictures are a bunch of bullshit without you to read and show them to. it's all the ( Read more... )