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Every day I sit and wait. Feelings crushed and heart broken. "What a fool" she whispers. Darling I can hear you. In such a small town, compliments travel slowly, but gossip flys. I'm dropping the weight to see if you'll notice. Back then you would have seen each pound, now it'll be weeks before you even care. It's just that I miss you. Walking past your doorstep at two-thirty in the morning I wonder if you wonder about me. Maybe I should have fixed it. Started that fire in your basement like I had promised. I can't go back in time though, I'm so sorry. Those car rides to the hotel must be so nostalgic. Knowing that empty room

Where are you today? Where are you? I wonder now because it smells outside like it always did when life was a dance song. It's like when the water turned white. Where are you now that I can only breathe to remember what it felt like to live in treehouses and how it felt to sleep next to fires. Where are you when I can never get my cheeks to warm up and hot as they were some nights in that forest. All I ever wanted to be was an Indian Princess. You ruined those dreams. Tore them down in flames and fog and all those words. So now, we stand on these streets, and I have a home and a life with no treehouses or fairies. Where are you

It comes back again (like every time we speak) and I have to find a way to curb the pain and ache in my torso. When all emotion runs out and the shower stops helping when he's not around I find I can't stop this from coming back again. Ripe with appropriate behavior and insolance kept inside. But my opinions mean nothing to you (or to me) when this comes back again. So, I admit defeat, and tell them all how sorry I should really be. Those days, and those feelings slide away like torment until you come crawling back again.

when there is water in her eyes, or make-up in the creases of her fingerprints. But when you touch - (oh ever so slightly) it's like diving headfirst into fucking heaven.

If once you were my everything you're just a picture on my wall now. I know that that is all I am to you. It's too bad, that after everything, we only matter as much as our smiles. For everything we could have meant to each other...we mean nothing at all. I can sit here now, and write a poem about you on the internet, but in a few months I will probably erase it, and forget that it was even about you. Because all you are is a picture on my wall.

I think you're in the wrong this time.... But then again, maybe so am I. I hate you. But, then again, I probably love you. If you have distanced yourself from me, as you say it, then why are you sitting so close? Why do your eyes turn red when I mention the wish you madde upon that star? What did you wish for? Did you wish for me? You can't have me. I am for nobodies taking. I think you're in the wrong this time.... I refuse to take the blame for every fight we slip and fall into. When will it be your turn? Why am I a bad person for telling you to move on? Is it really wrong of me to say that I'm not worth crying over? Why do you cry? Do y