this is the year of your decline
seventeen and half alive

if i sneeze one more time i fear my head may explode.

i am a rock
i am an island

a rock feels no pain
and an island never cries

if i never would have loved, i never would have cried.

i'm going to do it right this time.

i need you.

i physically need you.

kiss me, you're beautiful
these are truly the last days
please grab my hand, and let's fall into it
like a day dream , or a fever.

every line of confidence took you a little further away fro me.

time wasted
spent with anxiety
and i don't care
confirming thoughts i knew all along
deep sigh
i was right
you are empty
we were both getting bored waiting for this to explode

i am waiting patiently for something wonderful to happen.