Just don't forget the good times.

I always wondered where my storybook was going to come into play.
When my prince charming would come and save me from a reality I could barely stand.
Then, you came along and for some reason, it worked out perfectly.
My knight in shinning armour was here, and I was more then happy.
But, I forgot the hard parts of fairy tales, like the other princess,and the evil witch.
Suddendly, my fairytale seemed more like a nightmare, and now it's like broken glass.
I see the pieces, but I don't know what happened.
Lately I always find myself starring at them, trying to figure out where I messsed up.
Trying to figure out how I broke something that was so good.
It didn't matter to me for a while, until I realized things.
I listen to our old songs, and memories came back, and suddendly I missed you.
I missed you more than you could imagine, and I didn't know what to do.
I looked at our picture and got frightened, and started to cry.
I didn't know what to think.
Baby I miss the good times,
and I hope you secretly do to.

I want my favorite song, not just something i can hymm too.

It's so warm in here, and that's why I end up in them at the end of everynight.
Because, no matter who's they are, they always feel like home.
The gentle sound of someone elses heart beating is honestly the perfect lullaby.
You wouldn't believe the comfort you get, as you hear them breath in, and breath out.
You look them in the eyes, and feel nothing. As wrong at it may be, it just feels so right.
Some people would think it was wrong, others would think it was alright.
I think it's the way I work.
I lay in differant people arms, listen to there song for a bit then leave,
I haven't found my favorite melody yet.
Is that so wrong?

I want to see you all again.

I can't stand this little room any longer.
The cot isn't comfy, and the light's don't shine right.
I can't stand all the noises that keep me awake at night.
The shouting from doors down, and the guards that tell me to sleep.
The bars that cover those doors scar me.
It's like I have this wall built up around me, and no one can take them down.
I can see my family's eyes starring me throught them everynight.
My youngest daughter, Hailey screams
"Daddy, when are you coming out? Daddy, I can't reach you. Daddy, Come home!"
My ears can't handle it. The screaming gets louder, and I break down.
I run to the bars, and trow my hands outside, trying to find her hand.
Trying to hold onto my world.
And suddendly, I realize it's a mirage.
A pretty picture my mind drew, because I miss my world.
But, I'm seeing a part of the world I've never seen.
A part I don't like.
I want to go to home.

Home sweet home./

I lived in a house for 12 years when I was little.
And I made as many memories as a little kid could.
I rode my first bike there, first learned how to walk, said my first word.
I did everything there.
It was my home.
But when I moved out, I was on a misssion to find a home. A home like that one.
And I'll tell you to this day ,I still haven't found one.
One who's white curtains flow as nice as they did on the windows.
One's who sunlight from the windows could lighten the whole room.
I never found one.. that was actually home.
I think that was the problem.
I wanted my home back.
I still do.

Don't let me down.

Here I am with the boy I think I'm in love with.
Standing in front of all my family and friends.
Knowing I could spend the rest of my life with him.
We'd have the perfect house, with 2 perfect kids.
We'd live happily ever after, just like I've always wanted..



But then there's going to be you.
That boy who took my heart in my first high school year.
Stayed by my side through thin and thick, and knew me better than I knew myself.
You'd call me when I was crying, and help me on homework when I really didn't understand it.
You'd be nice to me to a certain extent.
You knew when you should be mean, and when you were it drove me crazy.
I was so drawn to you when you screamed at me. Told me what was wrong with me.
You were the unpredictable one.
The one I loved to be with.. no matter what. I knew I was protected from the world.


Babe, When the preist asks if someone should speak, or forever hold your peace.
Please say something.
I want to be with you more than anything.
I'm counting on you.

I'll be okay.

I've never felt so alone.
I'm not like them.
And, as they look at me with disgust, I'm more shattered.
It's like..
I'm that one puzzle piece that just won't fit this puzzle.
That one person that just doesn't fit the group.
That one pair of shoes that just doesn't look right.
That's me, the completely out of the blue thing.
And, I know it's not something you should be proud of, when you get this looks full of hatred.
But for some reason, I'm okay now.
I'm okay without you.
I promise.
I'll be fine .

Just a few things to say..

" I used my baby bonus to leave my children"

" I used to think Santa was real, until I found out Santa loves beer, and has curly hair. And looks alot like my mom."

" I used to think SWAT meant Sing While Anyones Talking... Until they ran through my house. They weren't singers, I can tell you that much."


" My mom tells me she's not gay. Yet I've seen her make out with her best friend who's a girl. Does that mean I can make out with my best friend,and not be somewhat gay?"

" Toy Story is still my favorite film, and I'm 16 years old. It's the only movie that gives me hope that when I leave my room my toys come to life."

" He tried. I gave in. I'm sorry."


" I loved you.
You fucked me.
You played her.
Congratulations, asshole"


"I'd rather be dead then be in love with spiderman.. and him trying to save me with mary jane"

"Washing clothes in your laundry room, sounds like the worst thing to me"

" Hey asshole. Over here. I'm not a piece of wall you know? I'm right here. LOOK AT ME!"


"I waited almost a year to hear a word from you again.. and now I don't know why I waited."



There's my life story for you.
Written in secrets.

Happy ending.

I've watched this movie so many times.
Girl meets boy.
Boy treats girl like a princess.
Girl falls.
Boy doesn't.
Honestly, I'm sick of watching movie's with sad endings.
I mean, is there no such thing as Happy Ending's anymore?

before the storm

Standing out in the rain.
Your hair is wet, and the droplets of water slowly fall down your face.
It sure camflogages the tears that you think I can't see.
I'm in your mind, and I can see the images that you are reminising through.
I see the photobooths, all the akward poses, and funny faces.
I see the dinners, all the food placed out. The restaurants you brought me to were totally out of your price range, but you brought me anyways.
I see the fights we always had at night on the middle of your street, I would walk away.. pretending you were nothing, and run back 5 minutes later. Your arms were always my home.
I stood there speechless.
I'm flooded with all this pain that is brought from all this.
I just don't want the fire going out, ever.
; and I'm afraid if I don't leave now.
I'll be so tangeled up in a life with you.. that when you leave.
I'll be left alone. With noone.
I'd leave everyone behind, if I knew you would be there forever.
But of course, it's a secret you'll never know.

You know I never wanna hurt you.

I never meant to start a war.
This was uncalled for.
I don't, I can't figure out what we're even fighting about anymore.
Why does love always feel like battlefield these days?
I can't stand this.
I'll get my armour, and I'll get my shields.
I'm so ready to fight this.
I hope you are too.

don't you get it ?

I couldn't ask for anyone better than you.
And I can't stand when I'm not with you.
Knowing your out there without me there, scares me.
I have to protect you.
I let you out on your own before, and you forgot about me.
Now, that your memories back.
I'm not letting you go anywheree .

It's okay.

I just want you to know ,
when you don't want to come with me places, it makes me feel as if you don't want me around.As if I'm not good enough for you.
If I'm not what you want, letme know.
For you I'll change.
I'll be whatever you wantto be .
Just let me know what that is, and I'll be that.

quoootes

I'm mad at myself, not you. I'm mad for
always being nice. I'm mad for always
apologizing for things I didn't do.
I'm mad for getting attached.
I'm mad for depending on you and wasting my
time on you. I'm mad for thinking about you,
and most of all for not hating you when
I should have.



Truth is, you scare the shit out of me.
You make me feel as if I'm not alone.
Yet, I know any minute you have the ability to rip that feeling from me.
Truth is, I love you, and that in itself is scary enough

You used to .

You and I were perfect together and I was sick of you not noticing it.
You made me laugh when I was upset, You made me smile when no one else could. I mean, that's hard to find, well at least for me.
You'd sneak me into your house, and we'd watch scary movies while eating popcorn.
You'd come to the town carnival with me. And ride the ferris wheel as many times as I asked you. Even if you didn't want to go on it anymore.
When I was cold, you'd put up a fight to not give me your sweater, then give it to me anyways. I was always your number one.
You used to brag about me to all your friends, and all your friends wondered why?
You always invite me for family dinners, and to come over and watch comedies with you.
You hated my music type, and made fun of it most of the time.But, when I wanted to listen to it, you let me.
You always play fought with me, and tried to win.. but would never intentionally hurt me.
You would stay up everynight with me on the phone, just letting me know how important I was to you.
You were everything I wanted.
And to be honest .. you still are.
Please notice we belong together.