these important thoughts of mine, scribbled down on scraps of napkins will end up crumpled, defeated in the nearest trash can.

It's two hours until midnight and you've never looked better.
you tell a convincing lie, but can you back it up?
"Please don't do that. Don't just leave and act like you don't care like I do."
It feels like i'm wasting my breath on people with deaf ears.
I wish my world wasn't made up of liars and fakes.
The idea remains the same and yet so much of it has changed.
It feels like I'm sprinting as if my life depended on it and yet i'm going nowhere.
i'm crumbling now, in on myself like a pillar caught in the downfall of a cathedral. something that once stood so high, now falls so low.
I've never seen a city look so beautiful in it's sleep, and yet I can't fully enjoy it.
There are familiar tried people strewn across the floor, knocked out cold with fatigue. They are here just for me.
This is such a pretty sight to see when you need to feel loved, and yet I can't fully enjoy it.
Sometimes I can't help but quote songs because they capture my thoughts and feelings so perfectly that anything else would just fall on its face.
So here I go.
"The best part of believe is the lie..."
And boy did I fall for it.
I thought I was in love.
personal confession: i fall asleep thinking about your eyes.






(snippets of things i wrote strung together to form a rather understandable thing. don't you just love how somethings just fit together perfectly? yet another reason why i don't throw anything out.)