#55

In my heart he left a hole. The tightrope that I'm walking just sways and ties. The devil as he's talking with those angel's eyes, and I just want to be there when the lightning strikes. So, slow it down. Tonight I know it all has to begin again. So whatever you do, don't let go. If we could float away, fly up to the surface and just start again, and lift off before trouble just erodes us in the rain. Just erodes us and see roses in the rain. Slow it down, slow it down. Through chaos as it swirls, It's just us against the world.

#54

Having someone to talk to is actually really nice. Staying up way too late discussing random things, laughing at each others mistakes. Trying your hardest not to give into how tired you are, so you stay on the phone until one of you eventually falls asleep on the other. It's just really nice to have that kind of company. Sweet company. Those are the kinds of trivial conversations you'll never really forget.

#53

She's just waiting for the summertime, when the weather's fine. She could hitch a ride out of town. And so far away from that low down, good for nothing, mistake making fool. With excuses like, "Baby that was a long time ago." But that's just a euphemism. If you want the truth he was out of control. But a short time is a long time. When your mind just won't let it go. Well summer came along and then it was gone, and so was she. But not from him, 'cause he followed her. Just to let her know, her dreams are dreams. And all this living is so much harder then it seems. But don't let your dreams be dreams.

#52

Different. I like the way he puts a tad too much hair gel in and when it begins to dry, a single piece at the front falls onto his forehead. I like to fix it for him, but I like how he'll flick it forward once again after I put it back into place. I like the times when we watch movies, but he doesn't watch them because he's too busy cutely attempting to land popcorn on my tongue and making sure I'm comfortable. I also like the times he tells me he's going to take me to Paris one day, and kiss me underneath the Eiffel Tower at midnight while everyone else is fast asleep. I like those times. And he's different because I know that one day we're actually going to go there, and he's actually going to kiss me underneath the Eiffel Tower at midnight while everyone is fast asleep. Just us. It's different. He's different.

#51

It's pretty sad how easily I get attached to people. If a boy talks to me for even just two days, non-stop and then on the third day stops talking to me, I will get upset. That's how easily I get attached to people. It sucks because I have high expectations and usually get disappointed. Its no ones fault but my own and I can't help it. I just want someone to stick around in my life and for them to be permanent. Because lately, it doesn't seem like anyone in my life stays; they're all end up leaving me at the same point. I just wish I had a clique of friends so maybe I could feel like I was a part of something or felt as if I had friends. I spend most of my nights laying in bed, crying. I just want to feel like I matter to someone and like someone wants me in their life as much as I want them in mine.

#50

  

let's start a new chapter