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I've wanted to believe in you. I believed in you so much that I stopped seeing what you really felt; and I still believe in you, even though I've only been hurting myself more by doing this. I believe that you'll love me for who I am, and I still think that maybe you'll love who I end up loving someday. I believe that you'll still talk to me after I move out and I believe that I'll still want to come home. I believe in starry-nighted heart-to-hearts and hugs that make everything better like they used to. I believe in being tucked in at night and hearing you tell me you love me.
Most of all, I believe in believing those words.
I've wished for you to change every night, but I've wished that I could change more. I wish that I could make you proud in all the ways that matter to you, and I wish I didn't try so hard. I wish that every time I decided not to do something, I hadn't, and I wish I didn't feel so guilty about trying to be confident. I wish that I could come home over-the-top-happy without knowing I'll crash the second I walk in. I wish you realized that I've been trying too hard to be who you wanted and that's why you don't believe the real me now.
Most of all, I wish I could start over.
I'm trying to learn that my wishes are never going to happen and that I'm believing in the wrong things and that I'm hurting myself again and again just to feel something other than the hurt that you're inflicting on me. I guess that I really don't want to blame you-- I'll blame me forever and that hurts much less than knowing that you're just as imperfect as everybody else. Or that you don't love me the way you should, and that I'm never going to be the person that you wanted when I was born.
Most of all, I am trying to apologize for what I didn't do.
Most of all, I believe in believing those words.
I've wished for you to change every night, but I've wished that I could change more. I wish that I could make you proud in all the ways that matter to you, and I wish I didn't try so hard. I wish that every time I decided not to do something, I hadn't, and I wish I didn't feel so guilty about trying to be confident. I wish that I could come home over-the-top-happy without knowing I'll crash the second I walk in. I wish you realized that I've been trying too hard to be who you wanted and that's why you don't believe the real me now.
Most of all, I wish I could start over.
I'm trying to learn that my wishes are never going to happen and that I'm believing in the wrong things and that I'm hurting myself again and again just to feel something other than the hurt that you're inflicting on me. I guess that I really don't want to blame you-- I'll blame me forever and that hurts much less than knowing that you're just as imperfect as everybody else. Or that you don't love me the way you should, and that I'm never going to be the person that you wanted when I was born.
Most of all, I am trying to apologize for what I didn't do.
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Not my Valentine
A day for lovers, a day for her
Standing in the shadows I can see
A night for two, and a night with you
Cherishing now and what is to be...
A candle light dinner, made just for two
Walking, under the light of the moon
Hand in hand, and heart to heart
Back to the room, oh not too soon
Looking in your eyes, your lips collide
The mood is set, a flower on the bed
Soft light, music, and her skin of silk
A tender sweet kiss placed on lips of red
Her dress cascades softly to the floor
The air is filled with the scent of desire
Red lace and curves she's a lovely goddess
Taken with a lust that burns like a fire
Her night is so perfect, ren
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I've Never Liked Me
This is me
But I've never liked me
Always begging for attention
Without all the begging
And loving all the boys
Without all the loving
And singing all the songs
Without all the singing
I'd hate the innocent soul at their single and most simple breath
And love the innocent soul who I never thought I'd ever love
My head and heart, always arguing
I never knew who to trust
So I didn't trust either
I followed my hand
And whichever hand was the closest I would grab
And called him mine
And whichever face was the closest
I would kiss
And I would cry
The day he didn't say he was mine
The day he let go of my hand
So I grabbed another
And called him min
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you'll never go away
I feel betrayed.
I feel put down.
And I feel burnt out.
I harbor many doubts.
About you, and about myself
Only here would I dare let them out.
I hate you !
Or at least... I want to.
After you abandoned me for a seeded life,
When I was still only a sprout.
...But that is not why I am angry.
I loved you.
Every screaming inch
Every bellowing note you sprang
I stood by in your favor
And then
I didnt
I hate you!
Or at least I should
When you beckoned me t
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Someone told me to be honest with myself in my art.
Well, here you are.
Well, here you are.
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we all go through this one time or another in our lives, there is no point in thinking it doesn't happen or that its a bad thing. ( I am not calling it a good thing, if you get what I mean) but like all else that happens in one's life if you do not learn to wilt, or think that the roots will die out, you have it wrong. Living is just as important as dying. because believe it or not, its dying that keeps us going, more than living.