A scattered mess.

Start the scene,
enter innocent girl and breath-taking boy
Although he is the one that makes her heart pound with insanity;
she will soon find out that she was nothing but his beautiful decoy.

She already thought she had served her suffering,
and that this scene was nothing but a repeated exaggeration,
because with a simple flash of his crooked smile
she couldn't obsesses with anything except this permanent infatuation.

But she was depressingly mistaken,
for she was about to feel her own flash flood of pain.
Because these were the teardrops than would cut deeper than a sword,
and these were the endless nights that caused her head to go absolutely insane.

And after it all, the only thing that she could get herself to wonder
was if that other girl was really worth all this mess?
That other girl that had stolen away her only amour,
The other girl that he just wouldn't confess...

And I miss the colors in your beautiful eyes,
and the way I tried to avoid your obvious, foolish lies
I miss your dazed kiss and your stupid little hat,
and the way you could make smile just like that.
I miss your ever-fulfilling laughter
and how your love was something I was so thrilled to chase after.
I miss the late night conversations filled with stories of disguise,
and how I thought you were so much different from all the other guys.
So I finally broke down crying,
because we still broke apart despite how hard I was trying.
I'm simply wishing to lie in your arms one more time
waiting for myself to make up just one more naive little rhyme..

And this is where I realize that I'm trying to convince myself
that I don't need you...
But I do.
I do.

A short stanza of indescribable emotions.

How much would it cost
to repair this broken heart?
Because there is no amount of money I could pay
to refrain me from feeling so lost.
I want so badly to believe that my songs weren't just a perish of your time,
because I have wasted so much ink and effort on you,
but I guess it was true when people said you were so extremely self-centered,
because you left me feeling nothing but used.

Another endless song.

Am I nothing but a fading voice in your head?
Or a discontent feeling,
such as heartache where love is all you bled,
and received nothing in return.

Do you think that she adores you like I do?
Do you think her heart skips a beat when you walk into the room?
Would she give it up, give it all for you, if it were just to make you smile?
I think not. Because the only girl that would ever do this,
is right in front of you.

My chest had never pounded so hard,
until the day I heard the news.
How can someone make me feel so insignificant,
yet bring such a beautiful rush that I simply can't refuse?

Do you think that she adores you like I do?
Do you think she would ever lay down and die for you?
Would she give it up, give it all for you, if it were just to make this stop?
I think not. Because the only girl that would ever do this,
is right in front of you.

You tell me that I'm magnificent,
but could these all just be your never-ending lies?
You tell me that our feelings are so close to being mutual,
but all you're proving are your needs for these ever continuous goodbyes.

Do you think she could ever give a fuck about you like I do?
Do you think she would go countless nights of no sleep, just thinking about so many different ways to keep you?
Do you think she would pour her heart out, and hand it to you for absolutely no pay?
Would she turn her head the other way
just to prevent herself from feeling her throbbing pain,
and say she would give it up, give it all for you, just to end her everlasting torture: the thought of losing you?
... Every ounce in my body thinks not. Because this girl... the only girl that would ever do this,
is right in front of you.

These goosebumps have never brought me so much false hope,
and these stars have never carried so many of my tears.
They say that love is something that not every boy wants,
and that love is so much more difficult to exchange than it ever seems to appear.
And I was trying so hard to prove them all wrong,
but all I've been left with is another sleepless night,
another crack in this pitiful heart,
and for you: another stupid, endless song.

An ocean away.

We're an ocean away and a twilight apart,
if the clouds would disappear
we could look at the stars,
& every single brilliant spec would represent a piece of my heart.

But these clouds bring me a paramount happiness;
feelings of confidentiality and thought.
yet how long before emptiness is all that preoccupies me?
and how long until this love is gone: this love that I had forever sought?

Miles are just numbers of despair for a heart,
& distance is just another excuse for it to break in two.
But my mind cannot accept this realistic truth,
because there is no limited amount of distance where I don't find myself missing you.