For those of you

For those of you who tried, but didn't make it, settle down. It's never what you think. The summit doesn't differ from the deep, dark valley, and the valley doesn't differ from the kitchen sink.

For those of you who thought you'd be forgotten, the friends you've made will try their best, to make it so. Think of all the beauty that you left behind you. You can take it if you want it, and then let it go.

And this is not a test. No, it is not a test. What do you think? Taking numbers never made sense, anyways. 'Cause you can have it, if you want it.

For those of us who try to keep remembering, try to do our better than our best. Think of all the children in the drifts of snow. Winners never quit, but winters never rest.

sweet as it is

Sometimes I can be perfectly sweet, got the sugary me all stuffed up in my sleeve and I’ll talk of ponies and rainbows and things and I’m just who you want me to be: Like most creatures down here on the ground. I’m composed of the elements moving around but I grow and change and I shift and I switch.

And it turns out I’m actually kind of a bitch but that only happens when I get provoked by some piece of shit asshole we all sadly know, and I sit and I write while reminding you all that mean songs are still better than going postal.

And that guy’s an asshole, that girl’s a bitch; but baby it’s natural no getting away from it. So say it out with me and then let it go. Fuck that guy he’s just an asshole and so I surprised you with some of my words and I know that surprises, while fun, still can hurt.

I hate to think I have ruined the day. You’re the dick and the queen of the high horse parade, but I’m sick and tired of your poisonous ways. You’re a toxin wasting perfectly good space and I say what I think ‘cause it’s more economic than drugs or a drink.

Fuck that guy he’s just an asshole and I won’t let him in under my skin. Your a sad sack of shit? It’s pathetic, just a festering sore that will never be more than that if I don’t let it.

Thank you for every sweet sour swing mood :)

Unspoken Truth

Time to tell me the truth to burden your mouth for what you say. No pieces of paper in the way cause i can't continue pretending to choose. These opposite sides on which we fall, the loving you laters if at all no right minds could wrong be this many times.

My memory is cruel, I'm queen of attention to details defending intentions if he fails. Until now, he told me her name. It sounded familiar in a way I could have sworn i'd heard him say it ten thousand times. If only I had been listening... Leave unsaid unspoken, eyes wide shut unopened. You and me, always between the lines.

I thought I was ready to bleed that we'd move from the shadows on the wall and stand in the center of it all. Too late two choices to stay or to leave. Mine was so easy to uncover, he'd already left with the other. So i've learned to listen through silence.

I tell myself all the words he surely meant to say. I'll talk until the conversation doesn't stay on. Wait for me I'm almost ready when he meant let go.

Let go?

I never meant to be the one to let you down. If anything, I thought I saw myself going first I didn't know how to stick around. How to see anybody but me be getting hurt. I keep remembering that night and the conversation breaking up the mood. I didn't want to tell you, you were right like the season changing. Yes I felt it too.

Does anybody know how to hold my heart? How to told my heart? 'cause I don't want to let go... Let go too soon. I want to tell you so before the sun goes dark, how to hold my heart 'cause I don't want to let go of you.

I'm not the kind to try to tell you lies but the truth is you've been hiding from it too. I see the end sneaking in behind your eyes saying everything no words could ever do.

Is anybody listening? 'cause I'm crying. But who will care?

Woman Thoughts

In the heat of the fight I walked away ignoring words that you were saying trying to make me stay. I said, 'This time I've had enough" and you've called a hundred times but I'm not picking up cause I'm so mad I might tell you that it's over.

But if you look a little closer I said, "Leave," but all I really want is you to stand outside my window throwing pebbles screaming, "I'm in love with you". Wait there in the pouring rain, come back for more and don't you leave cause I know all I need is on the other side of the door.

Me and my stupid pride are sitting here alone; Going through the photographs, staring at the phone. I keep going back over things we both said and I remember the slamming door and all the things that I misread. So babe if you know everything, tell me why you couldn't see when I left I wanted you to chase after me.

With your face and the beautiful eyes and the conversation with the little white lies and the faded picture of a beautiful night, you carry me from your motorcycle to the stairs and I broke down crying, was she worth this mess? After everything and that little black dress. After everything I must confess, I need you.